"I would say to hope not, but at times it's better to be right and therefore prepared for the worst," he admits with a soft laugh. Preparing for the worst and hoping for the best was his long-time motto, and it had spared him a lot of pain and heartache over the years. For Cera it was always a balancing act between optimism and believing the best in people, and preparing himself for destruction, betrayal, and loss.
Quiet descends upon them for a long moment after Cera poses his question, but he's content to leave Smith to his thoughts and decision-making. He certainly has enough experience in his pocket to know that not everyone is so forthcoming and trusting as himself. Still, he always hopes that what he puts out into the world is what he will receive, and in turn Smith gives his answer across the mental link. Companionship swirls in his breast and Cera cannot help but to gaze admiringly at Smith. "That's and endless but admirable lifestyle," he compliments, despite the curiosity gnawing away like a rabid raccoon in his mind. "I was an Oracle - or as we called it, a Diviner - for a time as well. Though if the Gods are as you say here, perhaps it's best we're both relinquished from those duties huh?" a soft huff of a laugh escapes alongside the words. Perhaps they had far more in common than expected.
"Though I must say it's difficult not to keep you here until dusk asking you for stories and knowledge!" It's still a temptation, so desperate to learn about this new land both for survival purposes and his own endless thirst. Smith had been kinder than words could describe, patient with Cera's confusion and questions, and he was loathe to say goodbye whether that was in ten minutes or ten hours. Nevertheless, he'd make the most of the amount of time allotted.
Cera allows his fingertips to be caught and pricked by Isuma's claws, twisting his hand to playfully grab back at her claws with his fingers. Distracted though he is by her adorable antics, the solemnity of Smith's words - or Jigano, as he offers - is enough to lend his ear sharply. "Ran into who?" he parrots in age-old humor, though the serious set of his brow is enough to show that he would never intend such a deception. "I can hope that your time as a criminal is brief, I'd like nothing more than to see you walk freely and welcome me to your Guild." Already he is memorizing the word given, Atheneum, to seek out when they arrive at the Settlement. "Do you need me to relay any kind of message to those who may still be part of it?" It's the least he coan offer after all of Jigano's help.
Quiet descends upon them for a long moment after Cera poses his question, but he's content to leave Smith to his thoughts and decision-making. He certainly has enough experience in his pocket to know that not everyone is so forthcoming and trusting as himself. Still, he always hopes that what he puts out into the world is what he will receive, and in turn Smith gives his answer across the mental link. Companionship swirls in his breast and Cera cannot help but to gaze admiringly at Smith. "That's and endless but admirable lifestyle," he compliments, despite the curiosity gnawing away like a rabid raccoon in his mind. "I was an Oracle - or as we called it, a Diviner - for a time as well. Though if the Gods are as you say here, perhaps it's best we're both relinquished from those duties huh?" a soft huff of a laugh escapes alongside the words. Perhaps they had far more in common than expected.
"Though I must say it's difficult not to keep you here until dusk asking you for stories and knowledge!" It's still a temptation, so desperate to learn about this new land both for survival purposes and his own endless thirst. Smith had been kinder than words could describe, patient with Cera's confusion and questions, and he was loathe to say goodbye whether that was in ten minutes or ten hours. Nevertheless, he'd make the most of the amount of time allotted.
Cera allows his fingertips to be caught and pricked by Isuma's claws, twisting his hand to playfully grab back at her claws with his fingers. Distracted though he is by her adorable antics, the solemnity of Smith's words - or Jigano, as he offers - is enough to lend his ear sharply. "Ran into who?" he parrots in age-old humor, though the serious set of his brow is enough to show that he would never intend such a deception. "I can hope that your time as a criminal is brief, I'd like nothing more than to see you walk freely and welcome me to your Guild." Already he is memorizing the word given, Atheneum, to seek out when they arrive at the Settlement. "Do you need me to relay any kind of message to those who may still be part of it?" It's the least he coan offer after all of Jigano's help.
