Adia's anxious look eases a little when April finally speaks again. "Well. That's something." She shifts in her seat uncomfortably. "I think I can guess which ones are trying to forgive. One of the Sixes -- the sixth model -- is in my lab now. All she talks about is God." Clearly, that doesn't make her feel any better.

"The one that died. The one I was close to. I think he's still out there." She looks down at her hands. "I hope he's one of the noble ones."