"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay," he says, hugging her back when Molly wraps her arms around him, though his gun is still firmly in his hand. His grip on it has only tightened since he found the pair of them, waiting for his moment.

Only, the second he pulls away, before he gets the chance to find that moment, he's hit by a bullet. Right in the back, and drops to his knees.

"Get away from him!" Lee shouts, his gun still smoking as he closes the distance between himself, Molly, Kara and the copy of himself.

Lee's been in Silent Darrow for hours now, not sure what to do at first with the ash falling and no means of contacting anyone. His cell phone hasn't worked, and no one was at his and Molly's apartment. Or Kara's. The only familiar face he'd come across had been.... well, his own. Some frakked up version of himself that he'd fought just as soon as the siren stopped.

At first, Lee hadn't believed it, had listened when it tried to tell him that he was a cylon, that all along he'd been one, just like Sharon. He'd doubted, and wondered if this was what it had been like for Boomer when she'd found out.

But it was frakking crazy. Even though the terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach when he'd seen his own face walk out of the shadows had felt otherwise, he knew that it didn't make any sense.

"It's not me! It's a cylon!"