Caspar grits his teeth and looks away from the deity. Other Cylon models were attuned to the spiritual, but all he feels is exposed. He stays by Adia's side, however, her protector no matter the cost to his own comfort.

This is not the first time that a god has communicated with Adia, but she is no less humble for the experience. Her gaze slowly rises from Arceus' gold hooves to his hooded, alien face, her heart light but her head full of confusion. What should she ask of The Original One? Is it presumptuous to request its help? What does it care of the Nexus?

"I..." She glances at Jeff briefly and clears her throat. "That is, we... we're here to request a blessing. There's a god of Chaos threatening a place called the Nexus. It's a crossroads of reality, and... well, it's not terribly stable on the best of days, and Nyarlahotep only wants to make it worse." She bites her lip, clearly worried for the future. "Many of your... people? Your creations. They call the Nexus home now. They could use your benevolence."

Think of the pokémon, Arceus. They don't deserve this.