[Again, he keeps still, but his mind is a whirl. It shouldn't matter what one girl says, really, but it does. Of course it does -- especially a girl who's given him the gift that she has, but the truth is that Felix has always cared much, much more than he lets on. About everything. About anything.

It's frustrating, because there's so much in there he really, truly can't fathom yet. The guy who killed her parents? How could she admire him for anything? The only sign of his distress is a quick draw at his cigarette, a quick pass of his hand over his mouth, but it's a little overwhelming.]

--It's more than that. [He's not really sure he meant to speak, but he does anyway, brow furrowing slightly.]

I mean... of course it's not so simple as good and bad. I find it... very hard to see the good in some, but I understand the concept of potential. I'm an inmate and I know, objectively speaking, whatever crimes I've committed are relatively minor in the grand scheme of things. When compared to your... guy, or to Dr. Baltar, or to half the inmates here. So I have to think it's more than that. Your devil and your saint, they whisper other things, too. [He can't bring himself to use the words fear and hope, despair and faith, but isn't that really what he means?]