You know, sometimes I wonder what home is. Is it an actual place? Or is it some kind of longing for something, some kind of connection? You know, I spent my whole life on Caprica. I was born in one house, and then I … I moved to another, and then, this. And then, now. I don’t think I’ve ever felt truly at home until these last few months, here, with you.
[John’s all alone right now and he needs us. I think you could set aside your issues for a few hours.] Yeah, I guess we can fake it. Till we’re done. Then you can go right back to hating me. Deal.