Gaius appears, around a corner, and Lee sees him, afraid and sick, holding his last box of things from the cult, his last burden. Of that life. He hands it to Paulla in the President's Raptor, and explains he's not going. The girls beg, but he tries to explain: "I don't belong to you, Paulla. I never belonged to you. You appropriated me." (Wow. I'm just saying. And it makes me sadder than ever that we lost his speech a few weeks ago about how the whole point of this religion -- and the resurrection -- is that God doesn't demand or rely on human intermediaries, and never will. That God doesn't speak through people, but to them; that 1-800 numbers are numbers anybody can call? Hard won, soon forgotten. And even if he'd given it, or gives it in the director's cut, how long do you think Paulla and the other Apostles will let that slide? Before the newest updates and revelations, the indulgences, Masses held in Old Geminese? How long until they pull that gull from the sky, and chain it down again?) "I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I led you to believe... They're all yours, now, Paulla, enjoy them." And she will. "Pilot," he says, louder, free: "You have your passengers." He steps back as they grasp at him, and as the doors close he offers the possibility that he'll see them in the next life.
The next life starts now. Lee sees him and he ducks away, and Lee calls out after him. "Doctor?" He throws Gaius a gun, and nearly smiles. A Six leads an army of Centurions down the center of the empty bay, painted red stripes across their chests and backs, like sashes of war. Like garlands.
Admiral Hoshi, Baseship Actual, makes it official: "The flag has been transferred to the Baseship, and our Vipers are ready to take over CAP duties for the Fleet." They say goodbye, and Bill and Saul go around the horn. FTL, Weapons, Engineering, Vipers. I think Hotdog is the CAG now, of the Viper wing. Lee leads the Marine team; Kara's with the Raptors, between Helo and Athena in the cockpit.