Varus felt even more taken aback, but he looked... different. Normally his lizard like face had a sense of harshness to it, but now he felt confused to how Tearys was acting, it was far kinder and... he couldn't put the word to it still. But he didn't care, he liked it. Yet he couldn't shake the thought that this was just the lack of the ritual and it would all be gone in a few moments time.

When her home world came up, all the stories of Filera came to his mind. Travesty and taboo had been committed on that planet and from it spawned a rivalry that has lasted years as well as the abandonment of an entire solar system. Rumors began to spread that the dead came back to kill and the void reached out to swallow ships whole. For lack of a better example it had become the Bermuda Triangle of the universe.

He couldn't stop thinking about stop thinking about the trust she was talking about. To speak on his own side, he trusted each and every person on this ship, save Rennac who still had to prove himself. But trust was a finicky thing. Putting his life in their hands was easy enough, but he would hardly share secrets with them. For her to put this much trust in him was incredulous and... did she just say cut her wrist.

His eyes went wide, much like they had gone with Rennac, that look of realization flooding his face as he wanted to so badly lash out and smack the knife from her grip, but he held his composure. "Cut your wrist? Are you sure? Is that good?"