Those are two points in favor of things working out well for the passing-as-human synths, although Caspar remains skeptical. He'll believe it when he sees it -- or hears about it, if he ever runs into Nick again.

"Well," Caspar drawls as he adjusts the knot of his tie, "As you've probably already inferred, humans and Cylons did not always get along where I'm from. Humans built Cylons to do their dirty work. They didn't expect us to become sentient, and they really didn't want to treat us as sentient, either. When we petitioned to be treated fairly, they tried to exterminate us. So we fought back -- and lost. Forty years later, we came back like this." He gestures to himself. "Organic, so we could blend in. We had a lot of plans in the works, but the one that succeeded led to a nuclear holocaust. The War continued for another three years, but to make a long story short, some of my siblings aligned with the humans over the common goal of finding Earth. Once they succeeded, they were able to settle together peacefully."

He pauses a moment, then adds dryly, "I took a little longer to come around."