"I don't know much about Father Christmas," Adia admits shyly. "I try to read up on Earth holidays when they're celebrated here, but there was too much information to get through. But if you prefer to be him, I won't argue on Dionysius's behalf."

Her only benchmark of this sort of thing is Cylon resurrection, and as she listens to his explanation, she finds it difficult to resist the comparison. A new body has no scars, but maybe reliving one's death is a way to build character. She shifts awkwardly in her seat before cutting herself another slice of cake. "Do you still feel pain in the Winter? Do the scars ever hurt?"