Seeing Samatoki's Omen, Cypher scrambles up his "boss's" shoulder and nestles against Wesker's neck. "Are you striving to be an ermine collar, Cypher?" Wesker says, gently scruffing his Omen and setting them back onto the workbench. "You got my message, Samatoki. Greetings this autumn night.

He stands back on his heels. "I'd suggest we start with something basic. I'm getting the sense that if one isn't born with the talent, it's a matter of learning how to convince natural forces that it's a wise idea to pay attention to your will?"