(Creon again, to Antigone: "But the good desires not a like portion with the evil." Who knows, but this seems blameless in the world below? "A foe is never a friend, not even in death." 'Tis not my nature to join in hating, but in loving. "Pass, then, to the world of the dead, and, it thou must needs love, love them. While I live, no woman shall rule me.")

Natalie: "No, this is unconscionable. This is wrong. She can't. You had something to do with this." Cavil did, but he didn't. This hell is man-made, but the human kind. "You cannot allow this!" Natalie shouts at Leoben, who shakes his head. "There is no law. There's no edict. There's nothing that forbids it. It's just never happened before." Natalie points out that this is a great response right up until Cavil boxes Leoben's entire line. Which frankly is not imaginary shit, he's done it before, for less reason. Cavil laughs at her for being a sore loser. "If you do this," she protests, "We all lose."

Simon protests that it's for the best, and Natalie spits: "Our identities are determined by our models. Each model is unique, we belong together. You know this better than anyone." (He's Cancer, of course he does.) "Mechanized copies," she entreats Cavil. "Those are your very words." And he returns her own to her, like any good machine: "Something has changed, those are your very words. And I wholeheartedly agree."

Natalie, like any good Virgo, protests that the sentience of the Raiders is part of the divine plan in their design; she returns to the valid concept that he's butchering the Raiders whether Boomer is cracking up or not. "We're reconfiguring them," Cavil states, a familiar rephrasing whether you're living under the current Roslin administration or our own. "You are not God," hisses Natalie, and Cavil gives a pretty solid answer: "No. I'm a mechanic: the Raiders were designed to do a specific job, they stopped doing it, I'm fixing that. And when the cutting's all done, they'll go back to being happy warriors..."