No lie about it, part of the reason why Simon was so fond of thinking of the plans on what to do after this first part of their common quest was the fact that it established to him that there would be something else after this. It might not ever turn out to be true, the two could die right here and never get to it. But it was nice to have something to look forward to. And so when she asked if he was aware of this being dangerous, Simon would waste little time in shaking his head. "No, never came to think of it", he answered with cheer that could only be the sign of certain sarcasm, the male even shooting a grin in Lilia's direction. But that didn't cut her out of it. She wanted to keep the serious air about still, and so the expression died away and was washed from Simon's visage as more words came to him to be considered.<br/><br/>She told him that dreams didn't matter here. He leaned forward, supporting himself by his elbows on his knees, hands falling between his casually spread legs, one behind the other as to not need the gap to be exaggeratedly wide. Now that just wasn't right. But before he interjected, he waited to hear of there was something else that she wanted to say just as well. And there it came, in the end, finishing the arc of intonation to tell that she had said what she had to say: Did he truly think he was ready for the task before them? Simon straightened up again, taking a look at the bright sky that had him squinting his eyes. Now what kind of a question was that? He was, more or less, a fish out of water here, with no time at all to have adjusted to this change. And she wanted him to be ready? The hybrid looking for his origin looked back down, straight at Lilia with as little squinting from the reflections dancing beautifully upon the water as he could.<br/><br/>"No."<br/><br/>That was the short truth about it. And this time he was completely earnest. "I'm not ready in the slightest, Lilia. I have just left my home and taken my first real steps in the wide world. I'm not ready. But if I don't start on this path, I'll never be." With that said, Simon crossed his arms over his chest and brought his right leg over to his left, so that the ankle rested on his knee. "And for the dreams. You are wrong", he continued, not divisively in the slightest. "What use is it to go on expecting that there is nothing but misery ahead? Without a promise of anything, giving up is so easy. Mother taught me this in many times over." Cassandra was a wise and caring woman. Simon would take her advice to the bitter end, if that was what ended up costing him.