He watched awkwardly as Gabriel started doing the computer thing, not understanding any of it.
"We don't know why there are no other copies of our models. Maybe they were all boxed for some reason. Or maybe they're out there, somewhere. Hell, maybe we're even bigger bastards than the models we know of." He sighed with a wry smile. "Loads more questions than answers."
He listened quietly as Gabriel talked, wanting to hear something that would give him some sort of understanding about what he was.
"I always thought I understood those kinds of concepts. But I mean, did I really love my wife? Or was I somehow programmed to believe that this 'emotion' or whatever was love? Do I really feel things the way humans do? And even if it is different, does it make it less real?"
He half laughed again. "If she found out what I was Kara would kill me. No hesitation, no regret. I'm a Cylon, that makes me the enemy. There's no middle ground. Frak, they kept Sharon in the Brig for almost two years, took her child away from her, let the crew from the Pegasus beat and abuse her because she wasn't one of them. She nearly died several times to protect them, but still, she was one of them. And until a few hours before I came here I had no problem with that. Back when I thought I was still human. Now I'm wondering, which one of us is the real monster, the humans or the Cylons. They talk of God you know. Faith and love. Even if they are frakking machines."