As much as he'd like to get Adia's safety on lockdown, he knows that Josh can only promise him so much. The fact that he's willingly telling him all this is a point in his favor.

He listens to Josh's answer. Takes another sip of coffee. When he finally speaks, it's quiet, and he's looking away. "I was on Galactica during the final battle. Only a few of us went, the rest were Centurions. I wanted something mindless to do, so I marched on board with the rest of them." His jaw twitches. "I got shot immediately. I spent the rest of the fight bleeding out behind a stack of barrels. And the whole time, all I could think was... finally. But then Galactica jumped to Earth, and a Six found me and patched me up. The first thing I asked, when I realized the Cylons weren't going to kill me, was if Adia had survived. If she hadn't..."

If she hadn't, he had a razor stolen from a nurse hidden underneath his mattress.

He lets out a slow breath, then swings his sober gaze up to Josh. "I don't live for myself. I live for her. But it keeps me going. You have anyone like that in the Nexus, or are your friends enough?"