Episode Report Card Jacob Clifton: A+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Six of One
By Jacob Clifton | Season 4 | Episode 2 | Aired on 04.11.2008
Gaius strokes Tory's arm, sweetly. Part of what makes him this lady's man guy is how completely he gives himself to them. Even in really gross situations, there's always this attention and this affection that you never normally see. I remember years ago, when Kara called him "Lee" in bed, even, I was touched by how consumed he was by her. Not even with passion exactly, just this kind of worshipful presentness. He's so confusing sometimes. "I don't know about that. Human beings don't exclusively hold the patent on suffering. Cylons can feel." She asks if he means it, and he nods, and she trusts him, and strokes his face. "Man may have made them, but God's at the beginning of the string, isn't he? It's God who made the soul. The One True God."
She heard the song, behind his voice; perhaps she felt the presence of an angel. She tracked him down, she made the choice, she bedded him, and found that she could still be touched. Maybe that's all it is: maybe all that vomiting and fear, maybe it was self-hatred, bubbling under the surface, and then there's Gaius talking music, and making love to her, and telling her that she is loved. That God loves her, that her feelings are real. That the woman she chooses to be is worth choosing. I'd like to think that's all it is. She cocks an eyebrow, wanting desperately to believe: "One God?" And regardless of how much of this is theatre, his usual real/not-real bluff that only gets more complex as time goes on, this I believe: "Yeah, the One True God. You know, I'm becoming increasingly tired of holding that in. Of denying that essential truth." And that, I think, is the point at which the cult's thread knots with his, and his quest for messiahship begins. Which is why I can't question any of this, really, not yet: a Final Fiver and an angel have conspired to bring about the same change in Gaius that he and the angel once created in Three herself. ...Right down to the sex and crying, actually. Huh.
Cavil spits and denies and rages and Natalie just stares, producing a little piece of metal. Just a little thing, no bigger than the thing he killed our Three with: a tiny metal piece of hell, that once separated Centurions from their souls. "The telencephalic inhibitor that restricts higher functions in the Centurions. We had them removed." Cavil echoes her from earlier, hilariously: "Say what?" And she explains. Creon's hubris, Three's revenge. The girl in the cage becomes a holy spirit of justice. "You dumbed down the Raiders. We, the Leobens, the Sharons, gave the Centurions the gift of reason." The gift, remember, of God. "You have no authority to do this. None. You can't do anything without a vote!" And Natalie turns the phrase on him brilliantly: "No, we can't do anything with one. So we're finished voting." Ask Zarek, or Cally and the Chief: the first rule of democracy is that it can be perverted, and then the Gods themselves will rain fire to restore it. Revolution is the apple, and Natalie's about to take a big fucking bite.
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