"All down to her," he echoes as confirmation. "When I resurrected, I shed everything human about me. But I couldn't undo what she did to me." He absently adjusts his tie, unconsciously brushing a hand over his heart. "Damn right I'm lucky."

Blaze's story sounds like one of those science-fiction movies he used to enjoy watching, before his own life became a science-fiction movie. It sounds... kind of badass, if he's being honest. Who doesn't love a good fight? "Humans love fighting with one another," he says dismissively. "Even when they were at War with us, they had their own petty squabbles." He snorts. "Not that we were much better, obviously. People get along better when they have a big, bad enemy that keeps them on their toes. Maybe that's why you all get along so well."

It's a small surprise to hear that the two bots haven't seen Adia in a while, until he thinks about what's been preoccupying her attention. He clears his throat with a small cough before replying. "I'm working on the War Memorial. They don't trust me back in the lab yet." He rolls his eyes -- he might be exaggerating there, but so far as he's concerned, the manual labor he's doing is pure penance. "Atlantis is far from the shithole that was New Caprica, I can tell you that much, but if I'm not working, I spend most of the time in our cabin. You'll have to ask Adia if you want more details."