"Yeah." Quieter. "There's not much waiting for me back home."

He draws a long breath, his frame beginning to sag with its customary weariness.

"Even less than I realized. I, ah... talked to an old friend a few months ago, when that Visitor's Center was here. Turns out Galactica is falling apart at the seams. Literally. When she goes, the Fleet goes."

Humanity goes.

"So it doesn't feel like there's much point to going back home, some days."