Cyrus grasped the orb in his bare hand, trusting Arthal and only realizing that fact a moment later. He listened to the elf speak of the temple in its heyday. Cyrus had heard a few myths and stories from second hand sources, and that was as far as his knowledge of the temple went. He spoke of fighting for the sake of balance and order. Not necessarily in the name of the Light. And that, Cyrus could agree with. Too many Keyblade Warriors pledged their blade for one side of the proverbial coin and that, as logic would dictate, served only to perpetuate the war and conflict between the two sides.

But Arthal's desire for them all to become peace-keepers and teachers to the future he seemed to envision... Cyrus stayed silent. Fighting and killing... These things had been his only skills for the last fourteen years of his life. At this point it was all Cyrus really knew, and he suspected they would have to use those skills in order to create Arthal's envisioned future. He was willing to fight to build that future, but could he ever have a place in it? It wasn't a question Cyrus could answer, at least not right now. Perhaps it would come to him as they progressed with their mission, but for now he would just fight. Cyrus also had another suspicion, they would almost certainly have enemies on all sides, and the notion of eliminating them as threats seemed inevitable. What, Cyrus wondered, would Arthal do if faced with the choice of killing an enemy or allowing them to become a threat? Cyrus wondered this with eyes closed in thought.