Starbuck recalled her first words ever spoken to him: "Starbuck, would you die for me?" Or was it, "Would you give your life for me, Starbuck?" It was something like that. Now she had returned from apparent abandonment to declare herself as his 'companion.'
"I … I do, but there's so much more I'd like to know about you," said Starbuck, "Remember I told you about my non-committal involvements with Athena and Casseopia? With each of them, I was never actually in love. I never realised that until I WAS in love with you, and then you just left."
"I could come and go as I pleased," said Angela, "My people have some degree of teleportation ability. I had to see how you coped with these new directions in your life, had to know that I meant more to you than merely being another Athena or another Casseopia."
"But why would you send your son into space alone?"
"So that he can meet with your people, so that he can grow up with their trust from infanthood to adulthood, so that he can use his advanced scientific knowledge to provide them with the tools to beat the Cylons. My people fear that those evil robot-like beings will eventually become so numerous that they may even wipe out my people, or at least lay waste to our planets, even if we teleported away. Our science is ahead of your own, but we are not immortal."
"Who are you then?"
"You met us once before, when your friend Apollo was near death. In fact, you believed him dead. In fact, he was only dead by primitive measures."
"You're one of those gods?"
"My people aren't gods. Neither are your Lords of Kobol. In fact, they're merely legends. There's only one true God who created life on many worlds across the universe. Too often people tend to mistake those with advanced scientific abilities for gods. But let me tell you something. One of my people, the evil Count Ibley, who menaced you, Adama, Apollo and Sheba, was the one who infiltrated the Cylon race and stirred them up to hate the individuality of humans. It was he who corrupted your former councilman Baltar and arranged the betrayal. We were unaware of Ibley's activities until it was too late. When Ibley decided to play his games with your people, he disguised himself a little for Baltar's benefit, and handed Baltar over to them. Yet Baltar recognised his voice."
"So Ibley's responsible for all the devastation on Caprica, for the massacres on the other colonies …"
"Yes, he was. We have imprisoned him, but his evil Cylon legacy still pursues your people to earth. We observed and monitored Adama's plan to lead the fleet to earth, but were fearful of the danger that would cause to the populace there. That earth was a 13th tribe of your colonies was merely another legend. It was created and populated separately. Its people would have no means to fend off a Cylon attack. However, at the time Ibley attempted to murder Apollo, the oldest and most intelligent of my people had just taken a wife, in the hope of genetically passing on his scientific ability to an heir, someone who would grow into a man who could design the means to defeat the Cylons. Although I disguised myself in your presence, I heard you talking to the representatives of my people, when you said you'd gladly do anything to save Apollo, even die in his place. It was I who married that much older man, so that it would be my son who would grow to help your people. In the time since then, I became a pregnant widow, and then I came here, to see if you'd be as willing to die in my place… only to see, to see if you'd outgrown your old ways. My son will one day help your people, and you can be sure that your fleet will survive and find earth, but for you there is a chance to leave behind the lifestyle of the warrior, to come to one of my planets with me, a planet so well hidden that the Cylons continued their pursuit of the Galactica, without ever finding it. We could live out our remaining many days together, Starbuck."