Caius spun around upon hearing a woman's voice to listen. It seemed odd but she spoke what he believed to be the truth. At the very least, he wasn't alone and this wasn't a dream nor some fabrication concocted by a trickster god. He was still rather new to the pantheon and so maybe his time here was a test. It still made little sense why he would be a hero here when his own world was destroyed by his hand to perpetuate the makings of a new world without the leash of false gods.

"Perhaps." He said calmly, though his moogle was startled and she squeaked to hide behind one of the benches nearby.

The dragoon armor was a familiar sight. His own was packed away but the shy moogle, Lilika, and he never thought to ask for it. The ridges from his own dark knight's armor created hard, visible lines over his body that made him appear just that much more menacing. There wasn't much he could do about it but it accompanied his sword in an almost perfect match.

He scoffed softly with his eyes closed and a dip to his chin. She had made a good point and gods had a way of throwing tantrums when they didn't get their way. He was still quite young in comparison to the others but he didn't feel the need to discuss that part of himself just yet.

"It is a matter of adaptation that I will do well to remember."