If you're a Cylon...
I can't take any chances.
If you're a Cylon.
Her fear was betrayed by her questions.
Who's going to go first?
What'd you find out?
The answers she had just weren't enough.
His odd behavior could simply be stress.
But what if it's not?
What if it's not?
I'd like to know.
Leoben's words just wouldn't let go.
Why'd he stop his test?
Maybe Tigh could explain?
An invitation to dinner,
Offered and cloaked in suspicion.
Trust was too sharp a knife,
To lay on the table between them.
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If you're a Cylon.
When he brought her aboard,
Ellen was a woman transformed.
Oblivious to his loss and his worry.
His friend loved her, but blindly.
She drove him to drink.
He couldn't help feeling,
That it'd be their undoing.
I'd like to know.
Who's the friend, who's the foe?
He found out she'd been spying
How could she dare?
He explained, no more secrets.
They'd all feared for nothing.
But trust was too sharp a knife,
To lay on the table between them.
...If I'm a Cylon,
You're really screwed.