The crowd disperses until it's just Dualla and Anders watching. Lee and Kara stop moving altogether, locked up tight in their little box. "I'm outta here," says Anders, taking off, leaving Dualla to watch. She just shakes her head: there's all kinds of love, and all kinds of dancing. Kara Thrace loves Lee Adama: her dog tags never leave the box. Whatever forms it takes, whether it's hateful sex or lovely sex or marriage or sibling rivalry or simple friendship, you're either in or you're out. Her kind of commitment never had a thing to do with sex; after Leoben, I don't know if it ever will. That's what Dualla gets about Kara, and what Lee never will, because he's Little Miss Rules and Regs. He needs to draw lines around it, say this kind of dancing but not that kind, these kinds of loyalties but not those. This behavior and not that behavior. But Dualla gets that too, and she knows she's another line around it; the line of salt that accomplishes his separation from it. Lee and Kara embrace. "I missed you," she says, and he speaks, thickly at first, choking on the hits he's taken. The blood she's already spilled. "I missed you too," he says, and wonders what happens next. "I missed you too."