"You're always telling me to face the truth, and not run from it. Why the sudden change of heart?" Leoben doesn't want to say it, hates the words as they come out: "I've got a feeling... You might not like what you find." Kara wonders who he's speaking to, really; he just stares at her.

Lee stands in the Galactica briefing room, lost and afraid, exhausted with responsibility and the unbelievable burden before him: to tell the Quorum, the twelve representatives of all humanity, that their dreams are dead below them. The last time he stood in this room, it was a carousel of memory: the fights, the laughter, the many hits he took to become a man. Now it is silent.

"There you are," Anastasia says, having found him more quickly than anyone else ever could. "The Raptor's ready to take you back to Colonial One, what are you doing in here?" Thinking. Just thinking. "About all the pilots who sat in those seats," he says quietly, as she watches his face. "Gave their lives for a dream, of a new beginning on Earth. I don't want their sacrifice to be meaningless." It won't be. Anastasia, literally translated, means "She who will rise again." It's a gift she gives these men, her chosen men, so regularly and so deftly that they never really notice she's doing it. It's part of her revolution, when she does it: to root out the doubt that is their inheritance, to remind them that dreams are responsibilities, that the future is waiting to be sung into existence. To remind them to rise, again.

She says tenderly that he's wearing the same look he was wearing when Bill left Pegasus with the Fleet above New Caprica, to save humanity or die trying. When his father forced him to grow up, become a man, lose his softness, turn away from his rabid idealism and consider his imperative. When his father decided to be a hero, and left Lee to be the shepherd. Lee's amazed she knows him so well, which can only make her laugh at this point. Of course she does. He breathes, and remembers her. History fills the room, as he breathes. A whole year, in the sky, alone with each other. She was his XO and he was the Commander. They allow themselves to remember the good times: It was their only real year together. It ended badly.