Been there, done that. And no, I'm not frakking talking about me being a skinjob, either because frankly, that scared me. Nah, if I was going to scare someone else, I'd do what I did back on Caprica, and I'd get my men and women and we'd round up the toasters there and shot 'em all to hell and back
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Even the Raiders. Even the Centurions. It might not feel like the fear you're used to, but you're not very good at listening to things that don't sound like you want them to sound.
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Guess that's good to know.
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They are sentient beings, Sam.
The Raiders, they fear being hurt and abandoned, left forever to drift in space without coming home. Forever aware, forever dying, never to be reborn.
We're not so very different.
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You need to put your gun down. Trust me, baby, I know about going off half-cocked and asking questions later. It doesn't work.
Hey.
Are you okay? You don't have to kill Cylons to prove you had nothing to do with the attacks. We know that, Sam. I know that. Okay?
I wish this didn't bother you so much.
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Me? Sure. I'm fine. I've got you again. That's all I need.
Yeah, yeah. Sure. I got it.
Me too, Kara.
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I love you. Just--I do. Okay?
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I love you too, Kara. I love you more than practically anything.
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