You are much, much more than a machine. You are a person. You're a woman. Was that the desperate declaration of a dead man? Probably. She wouldn't allow for any other reason to cross her mind. And yet — the thought came without her control — had she not fallen in love? Gaius was right. She had been in love with him. Was. No, had been. Past tense. It was enough. Gaius Baltar was a virus, he must be. What else could break a machine as much as he had broken her? She had turned against her own kind and for what? Him. It had always been him and a stupid, wistful yearning for him to love her. You need me!
Enough!
Despite the heavy pain in her chest, Caprica Six turned away from him and his excuses. Resolute. If she never saw him again, it would be fine by her. No, it wouldn't, but it had to be. She had been alright letting all of humanity die except for him, sacrificed her body more than once to give him a chance. For a long time she had believed it hadn't been enough. Her sisters had been right, they tried to help her forget, move on, wash the blood of humanity from her hands. But she had needed him, so much so her hardwired mind had constructed a manifestation of him — cruel, but strong. In control. And she needed that even more — needed him even more — to guide her.
I need you!
She froze, the lead in her chest growing heavier. No. There was no question about his words this time. They were selfish, self sustaining. Gaius needed her for one thing and one thing only: To stop him from being thrown out of an airlock. He didn't love her. How could he? Gaius Baltar, like he always had and always would, loved Gaius Balter and Gaius Baltar alone.