[ No, it probably won't, will it? Ernesto is a prisoner for now, but whatever this ritual is will likely put an end to that one way or another. Maybe even before he can find that humor in it all, regardless of what Mr. Flamebringer thinks of his metaphorical seeing capabilities.

He lets that part of the conversation be for now though, focusing instead on the last question the other man asked. With a slight hum, Ernesto pushes his heels back into the ground as he debates how honest he wants to be with his answer. It's kind of funny how years of lying and hiding things makes it so hard to be honest when there's no need for deception. ]

Truthfully? When I first came over here, I was just hoping to see if your tussles with the guards had clued you in on anything about them or the whips they've been using on us. It might be kind of useless, considering we're unarmed to begin with, but I'm looking for any advantages I can get right now.

[ He's not so ready to die himself, much less be subjected to whatever these people have in store for them. ]

But I guess after I recognized who you were, maybe it became a weird sense of camaraderie? It's not like we actually knew each other, or that our situations on Terra were that similar. Even having the same employer doesn't really mean we can relate to each other that much, but...

[ There's something kind of melancholy about his smile right now, as he thinks about the strange dream he had, and the uncomfortable feeling of the loss of Terra it left him with. ]

Some familiarity, as little as it might be, seems kind of nice right now.