Kara takes a drink and thanks Sam for being so "accommodating"; he doesn't like the sound of that. "Your estranged, two-timing bitch of a wife calls you up for a quickie, and you hop on the first shuttle? I'd say yeah," she says, with a conspiratorial grin. He sighs. "I've been thinking about some stuff, Kara." She indulges it, but you can see she's done with him; you can see underneath it that she isn't. She's got him caged and he's trying to get control, so he engages in some very fucking lazy dialogue of the Makes Sense Don't It category. "Like, what that crazy skinjob Leoben said about you and a special destiny. I mean, what if there's something to that?" She's silent for a second, gathering her armor, and then breaks out in a grin, cracking that "Kara Thrace and Her Special Destiny" sounds like a bad cover band. The joke's crappy enough that it works on an emotional level; I cannot say that this was the author's intent. "Think about it, though. Why did I survive all those months on Caprica, waiting for you to return, if I was just gonna walk out on you? And you, I mean, did you go through that hell, locked in the fake house with that fake husband, just so you could ditch me?" Can somebody explain this speech to me? That makes zero sense. "I married you knowing you were totally going to fuck me up, so doesn't that prove that you're an alien"? I really don't get this part at all. She won't answer him, and he theorizes some more, and then suddenly: "Do you love him?" Her jaw drops and her stomach drops and her eyes: "...What?" But he's not employing enjambment: he's talking about Lee. That was Kara that filled in that particular blank with something really fucking creepy. "Lee, Kara. Do you love Lee?" She nearly stops crying: relieved, and then a whole new level of pain. She sets her jaw, gets right with it. "Maybe," she says, and he exhales. Finally. "I don't know." Sam shakes his head. "Then you gotta go to him." She stares at him silently, without answering. "Go to him," he says, like she doesn't know the door's open: there's no cage at all. He's been waiting for this; the door's always been open.