Adama: Did i ever tell you about my summers with my uncle when i was a kid? Foxes would attack his henhouse all the time. Really pissed him off. He’d wake me up. We’d go with his hounds at night up into the hills looking for the fox. When the dogs smelled the scent, they’d go crazy. The pack would become a team. Forced the fox toward the river. So what would the foxes do?
Half would turn and fight. The other half would try to swim across.
But my uncle told me about a few that… they’d swim halfway out, turn with the current and ride it all the way out to sea. Fishermen would find them a mile offshore just swimming.

Tigh: Because they wanted to drown.

Adama: Maybe. Or maybe they were just tired.