Relax, Guardian
Saros sneered with distaste, viewing the Brain-Eater pitifully squirm in hollow promises. Any Evolver who'd dealt with Digestors as much as he had would know their words held no weight, zero credibility.
Even if the Digestor's promises held sincerity, a miracle born from fear, their instincts – rooted in their nature and origin – would persist, continuing to shape their behavior and character fundamentally. Once fear faded, these two Brain-Eaters would naturally start their conspiracies anew.
Of course, how could a wise and seasoned Rank 3 Aetherist like Cekt be deceived? Much like the Oracle Guardian, the old alien's lips curled downwards in disdain and aversion, coldly pronouncing,
"And why should I believe you?"