"It was a play on words. Insinuating that it would be a miracle if this place even allowed for a real election. Or for anyone to do anything on their own. So far, it seems to me, that most seemingly individual actions in The City are as a direct result of The City's subversive interaction. A failed experiment, if that's what it is supposed to be. The controls are mingling with the variables."
He was pouting, just a little bit, on the inside. He wished she was there with him. She gave him strength and support.
But you're not playing this in her court anymore, Gaius. You're doing this on your own. This isn't the Galactica. This isn't New Caprica. This is a chance to do something different.
"Alright, look. My hope? To do a public service to this place. To find a niche that doesn't involve sitting on the side of these shifting streets feeling all woe-is-me that I'm not where I belong. And to help others not feel that way either. The whole baby-kissing thing? I've done that before. Frankly, it's frak. So I'm not going to stand here and pretend to be your best friend or pretend that I don't have skeletons in my closet. But I hardly think you can judge my reasons based only on a two minute conversation."
Gaius would either get the job or he wouldn't. But the law of averages was on his side. He'd have to do a better job than last time. Right?