This poem is set during "Scattered," during any of several scenes where Tighe looks down at a comatose Adama.

Tighe: Alone

There is a reason you were always Will
and I was the disciple
as strong arm serves strong mind
I have served you
and we have won
such things as strong arm and strong mind can win

Now, at a stroke, we're severed
and I flail
with only a phantom Will to guide me
But if flail's all I can do, Bill,
then I'll flail
and pray the gods
to guide where you cannot