A Plea
When he heard the name of the Godbeast he was bowing to, Daneel's thoughts flew as swiftly as lightning.
Mother? Could this be the mother that he had talked about multiple times during all his time here?
That was the first thing that came to him. He was the one who had made the word 'Mother' synonymous with the land that had given them birth, so it was to be expected that this was what he would assume first.
And of course, all this started after resigning himself to the fact that placing himself at the mercy of these Godbeasts would always expose his past.
In fact, when she had called him 'son of a different world', he had had to try hard to not shake his head.
It took only a few moments for Daneel to dismiss this first reasoning that came to him, because there was no way that Mother Angaria could bleed, and that a droplet of her blood could have been obtained by the Treasury of the Gods.