Working quietly as Araceli speaks, Cade simply listens at first, trying not to let his thoughts careen in the direction he knows they will, staying momentarily grounded at least by the roughness of the tubers he's holding. "I don't..." he begins, is silent for several embarrassed seconds, and more quietly continue, "...I don't know that it was my choice." Part of him wants to stay ever-loyal to the Templars.
Another part knows he was meant to be one before he could even read. It was a life chosen for him, albeit one he never resisted.
"...and I won't be of much use to anyone. Unarmed." Perhaps permanently. Feeling that he's said too much, Cade quickly shakes his head and gathers the potatoes a little faster. Stupid.