"How am I supposed to remain calm?" He spoke almost desperately. "Those frakking Cylons wipe out most of the human race, chase us half way across the galaxy. I watched my friends die, one by one, only for.... for this to happen. And now what, you're the final one? The final skinjob? What do you people want from me? I'm not going to betray the Fleet. I'll never be one of you, no matter what you think I am."
He forced himself to take a slow breath, trying to calm down.
"I was right wasn't I. This is all happening in my head, some Cylon trick to make me... I don't know what you want me to do. This was after one of your Raider ships scanned me. What, what you saw interested you and now you just want to frak with my head?"