Gaius's pen. Lampkin gave it to Caprica knowing it would be confiscated, stole it back from the guards, and now he's returning it to Gaius. From himself. From the man who gave him his voice back, his only true supporter, the only man who has told him, aloud, that the writing is a good thing. That he can buy back his soul through his manifestos and operating manuals. That dissolving himself in a puddle of critique and proletarian theory is the last and final way for him to be a hero, for him to save the Fleet; this time, from itself, for once, rather than from a man named Gaius Baltar. Saul Tigh should write a poem about Romo Lampkin. Maybe he already did.
"We still have a case pending. If you want to help, if you dare help ... get this to my client." Lee wonders if they really do, and Romo coughs. "I have a calling. Eh, it's all the ringing in my ears tells me." The ringing in his ears, like Seelix's; the calling, like Seelix's. Like Lee's, now that he's answering. The final item takes Lee's breath away. "... Okay, you better explain this," he says, shaking with adrenaline. It's a detonator or something, a part we've seen on the other bombs. Romo says he doesn't know what it is, but Lee does. His voice is harsh: "Where'd you get it?" From the guy that "scolded you like a schoolboy," Romo says. "Frakkin' with your head. What's-his-name; Mr. Serious." All in terms of Lee, of what he did to Lee, of why Lee is currently angry and powerless and sad: what they took away, the power that was lost, the LSO lording it over the CAG. He's good. "... Uh, Kelly," he says, like he's barely heard the name. Little does he know that Kelly's been popping up all over the ship for no reason, in like every scene he doesn't belong in, so we'll recognize him at the big reveal in a second that makes no sense.
Lee's stricken, and we cut to the pilots' bunks, where Lee is going all Homicide and slapping bomb parts around and getting in Kelly's face. I... don't know what to do with this. You figure it out, or what it means, or how it happens, because I'm willing to admit that I might just be blind to the point here, because it seems an awful lot like Dr. Robert's excuse that made no sense a few weeks ago.