"You tell me that on that ship is written scripture, from the world's great religions," Moronica begins. I guess the world's only-sort-of-great religions got cut from the primo ad space on the outside of the ship. No Scientology for the aliens. Moronica assures Scully that "no religion would advocate killing a child." Except for the part where that happens in religion all the time. And, technically, Christianity is based on God sacrificing his own child in order to save the world from burning in hell for all eternity. So, um, what Moronica said. Except THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF THAT. Scully just sobs. "This is a man saying these things to us," Moronica tells her gently. "How many religions warn of false prophets? Men sent to deceive us? The only thing that I believe is that your son may still be alive and we can still find him and save him, and with that object in that room, we can save Agent Doggett, too." And I never thought I would say this, but word, Moronica. Since when does Scully just believe anything that anyone tells her? "Oh, Mulder is dead? Sure, bury him without an autopsy." "My baby is fine even though I have no ova and there's no way I could possibly have gotten pregnant and also I think a mysterious and evil man might have drugged me and fiddled around with me right before I conceived the kid and he's already given me cancer and then cured it? Okay!" "What? My baby has to die? Sure thing, just let me find him so I can kill him for you." God, Scully, what happened to you? Do you never do research on, like, anything any more, ever? Or even think about ANYTHING? Ever? Skinner opens the chapel door right before that pulsating vein in my forehead explodes. "You two better get out here," he says. "[Buck] is dead." "What?" Moronica yells in his face.