[ Such a simple statement, and it's meant to utterly validate a mind. 'good person', in two words. he thinks of the Galactica. of Laura, Adama. of Gaeta, who was so devoted for so long, who did horrible things in the name of protecting the fleet. of gaius frakking baltar, who never knew what he was. ]

There's no such thing as good and bad people. [ just people. you learn that most when they're pushed to what survival means. sam himself, back on new caprica, had set up, supported, done things abhorrent in the name of desperation. there's flashes in his mind, of smoldering corpses, the face of a young man as he'd helped wire explosives to his chest, under a police uniform. cylons, so many dead cylons - he'd later know them as his creations. his children, that he'd slaughtered mercilessly, joyfully even. ]

It's an easy out. They're excuses. [ He shrugs, looking back to her. Sam knows what she's capable of, that what's tranquil about her isn't so sincere. He's known a lot of things about a lot of people, and still called them valuable. ] You call someone bad, it's an excuse not to do better. You call someone good, they think that justifies whatever comes to mind.