[a platinum blond Six has just killed Jean Barolay and is being held down by Anders who's holding a gun to her head. Starbuck has been trying to keep Anders from taking revenge. When another Six, an darker blond and the apparent leader of the Sixes on the damaged Baseship, intervenes]
Number Six: Why sister?
Platinum Blond Number Six: [Looking down at the floor] I just couldn't let it go. On New Caprica...
Number Six: [the darker blond 6 squats down beside her while Anders continues holding her down at gun-point] She was the one?
Platinum Blond Number Six: I never did anything to her. We were working at the water treatment plant, and she just...
Number Six: I know. I remember. After you downloaded, we tried to work through this.
Platinum Blond Number Six: How do you work through something like that? Never forget her expression as I tried to scream. Just slapped tape over my mouth and threw me in that septic tank.
Ensign Samuel Anders: You shut your frakking mouth!
Platinum Blond Number Six: I still see her face when I try and sleep.
[Looking up at her sister Six]
Platinum Blond Number Six: We were trying to help these people
Number Six: I know. I know. I wish there was something I could do.
Platinum Blond Number Six: Then I'm glad it's you.
[the darker blond Six reaches down and cradles her sister's face tenderly. They kiss. She then stands up and calmly walks around behind Anders. She reaches down and pulls the trigger of the gun he's holding to her sister Six's head]
Ensign Samuel Anders: [Everyone is shocked, not quite believing what just happened. Sam jumps up and points his gun at the darker blond Six] Gods damn it!
Number Six: [Looking at Anders] No Resurrection ship. You understand? She's just as dead as your friend.
Number Six: [Walks over to Starbuck] Is that enough human justice for you? Blood for blood?a
Emily Kowalski: If he's the one and true God, he belongs to all of us. Otherwise he's not much of a god is he?
President Laura Roslin: Exactly. He isn't much of a god... he's a fantasy.
Emily Kowalski: Oh, Laura. And the Lords of Kobol are real? Reigning from a metaphysical mountaintop in those silly outfits? Zeus? Handing out fates out of an urn like they were lottery tickets? "You're gonna work on a Tillium ship. You're gonna be an Admiral. Your family's gonna be evaporated in the attack on the colonies... but you'll survive for three more years in a moldy compartment on a freighter until your body starts to eat itself up alive." Those are the gods that you worship? Capricious? Vindictive?
President Laura Roslin: But they're not meant to be taken literally. They're metaphors, Emily.
Emily Kowalski: I don't need metaphors. I need answers.
President Laura Roslin: You're like my mother. She wasn't satisfied with metaphors either. She was convinced that Aphrodite herself was gonna swoop her away when she died. And she believed it even after the Doloxan and the radiation failed to stop her cancer. She was a teacher! She was... oh, she was something to behold. And the head of a classroom. And her students loved her. They'd walk through fire for her and then they see this woman who seemed so eternal. She withered away and I find myself having to change her diaper because she couldn't even - At the moment she died there was no gleaming fields of Elysium stretched out before her. There was this dark, black abyss. And she was terrified. She was so scared. I'm sorry.
Emily Kowalski: Laura. Laura, you were terrified. You saw only darkness. You can't possibly know what your mother experienced. You're still searching...
[Starbuck is entering the Hybrid's area with Leoben, the Six leader and Athena]
The Hybrid: All these thing at once and many more. Not because it wishes harm, but because it like violent vibrations to change constantly. Then shall the maidens rejoice at the dance. Structural integrity of node seven restored. Repressurizing. The children of the one reborn shall find their own country. The intruders swarmed like flame. Like the whirlwind. Hopes soaring to slaughter all their best against our hulls.
Captain Kara 'Starbuck' Thrace: I'm here. You wanted me here, so...
The Hybrid: [as if she didn't hear Starbuck] Replace internal control accumulators 4 through 19. They'll start going ripe on us pretty soon. Compartmentalize integrity conflicts with the obligation to provide access. FTL sync fault uncorrected. No ceremonies are necessary.
Lt. Sharon 'Athena' Agathon: 'You pick your side, your side and you stick - you don't cut and run when things get ugly. Otherwise you'll never have anything. No love, no family. No life to call your own. - Said to the gathered Number Eight's who want Lt. Sharon Agathon to lead a rebellion.
The Hybrid: The obstinate toy soldier becomes pliant... the city devours the land... the people devour the city...
The Hybrid: But you are a spark of God's fire... core update complete...
[Starbuck is standing over the Hybrid trying to understand]
The Hybrid: Then shall the maidens rejoice at the dance. Structural integrity of node seven restored. Repressurizing. The children of the one reborn shall find their own country. End of line. Reset. Track mode monitor malfunction traced. Recharge compressors. Increase the output to 50 percent. Assume the relaxation length of photons. Transfer contact is inevitable, leading to information bleed. FTL sync fault stands uncorrected. No ceremonies are necessary.
Captain Kara 'Starbuck' Thrace: [She squats down beside the Hybrid] I don't understand.
The Hybrid: Centrifugal force reacts to the rotating frame of reference. The obstinate toy soldier becomes pliant. The city devours the land. The people devour the city.
[Hybrid continues speaking, but her words are indistinct]
Leoben Conoy: You can't hurry her. You have to absorb her words. Allow them to cress your associative mind. Don't expect the fate of two great races to be delivered easily.
The Hybrid: Assume the relaxation length of photons in the sample atmosphere is constant. The intruders swarmed like flame. Like the whirlwind. Hopes soaring to slaughter all their best against our hulls.