[ Maybe so. There's nothing particular spiritual that comes with being a Perro; no real sense of being connected like that. Maybe Bolívar wouldn't being stuck in the middle of a prolonged civil war if there was.

The mention of being blinded to the path going forward has Ernesto letting out a weak laugh though. There's been so many times in his life when he comes to a crossroads, and can't figure out which way it is he wants to go. He let's himself be swayed too easily by the convictions of others, and that gets messy when he finds himself between two people with opposing beliefs. Even in the dream that led to that feeling of loss, Ernesto couldn't bring himself to pick a path on his own.

It makes him wonder just how much it matters for someone like him. ]

I can't actually pretend to be an idealist, even though I admire people who are. Maybe I'm just being delusional about this specific thing, but if that's the case I think I want to be delusional for a least a little while longer.

[ His smile is a little less wry for the introductions though. ]

I've heard your name, but I appreciate the proper introduction. If you want to go with what I was called at Rhodes Island, you can call me Tequila, but I'll answer just fine to Ernesto too. I'd be a little more cordial and shake your hand right now, but I think you should let it rest.

[ So instead, since he can't be friendly that way, his tail is wagging a little in a sign of good faith and warm beginnings to this acquaintanceship.

For however long the people guarding them allow it to last. ]