"There were fifty billion of us, before the war. They dropped thermonuclear bombs on all of the colonies, targeting the major cities. Everyone who escaped did so by ship." She looks almost apologetic, as if she's disappointing Blaze somehow with their staggeringly low numbers. "They hit our military fleet, too. Only two battlestars survived, one because it was being decommissioned and turned into a museum."

The hand on the shoulder surprises her, but she doesn't move away. It's the first time in a while that someone has tried to comfort her with touch (in the Nexus, anyway). "There was another copy of his model who blew himself up Galactica. But he wasn't a sleeper agent." She thinks some more, and adds quietly, "There was another Cylon who killed herself by blowing up one of our ships. But she had been a prisoner beforehand and tortured pretty horribly... I don't know how many of us, human or otherwise, would want to live after that."