That made Sam smirk a bit. "We had several. An entire pantheon of them. Zeus, Apollo, Hera, the lot. Then the Cylons talked of their one true God. Me, I was never sure what to believe."
He sat heavily on the nearby chair, running his hand over his hair.
"I loved her enough to put up with her frakking Lee Adama throughout most of our joke of a marriage. Not that I ever figured out what was so damn appealing about him anyway. Only got where he was because of his famous father and when it matter he sat on his ass and got fat while we were fighting and dying on New Caprica and.." he paused with a rueful smirk, "That's bitterness, don't care what anyone says, that is definitely bitterness. Still, I loved her. Even when she made me look like an idiot."
He looked quizzically at Gabriel as he came back over. "We kill them, they kill us." He wasn't even sure which category he put himself into any more. "Humans created cylons to be the machine salves you know? Work for them. Rather like your computer there." He pointed. "Then they evolved. Fought back. There was the first war, to a stalemate, and they disappeared into space. Came back 40 years later and wiped out most of mankind. So now every time a human finds a skinjob like me there's interrogations that are more like torture, executions. Hunted like animals. When the Cylons caught up with the humans, said they wanted to live in peace they forced us yo live as slaves. So we sent suicide bombers to kill as many of them as we could." He let his head fall back and closed his eyes. "I can't even tell who's in the wrong anymore."