[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Milo is mulling things over when Casey comes up to him.  He looks up at the thief and manages a weak grin.


"I managed to pull through again.  Sort of what I do, I guess.  How about you?  I didn't feel great letting you and the others run on ahead while Baylee and I stayed behind, but I suppose you guys got the job done alright."

He takes a deep breath out.

"Didn't feel great doing it though.  Makes me wonder if it was a mistake to have some of us hang back."

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Eventually, Milo gets done something he'd been dreading for a while but knew he had to have - a conversation with Sunny.  She wasn't exactly subtle like him, and while she seemed to be against Revotria she definitely still remained steadfast in Progress.  He had to know why.


"Hey, Sunny.  That was uh, nasty business.  With those kids.  I have to uh..."

He pauses, and finds something to sit on before continuing.

"I have to know.  Seeing them, seeing everything happening... You aren't happy with Revotria, you're fighting against them, but why still follow Progress?  Why believe in it?  None of this was happening until Progress came around right.  You keep saying this isn't how it was meant to be, but... was it ever anything else?  How can you be so full of, I don't know, goodwill and faith when everything else we see is, you know, not?"

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Milo is also interested in Fragarach, and approches Lain while she tends the sword.


"Do you uh, mind if I ask you a question?"  He looks over the sword.

"I'm not uh, that is, I grew up far from the goddess, and never took to practicing faith until later in life.  Even then... the way things are now, it's hard to believe in any of it anymore, you know?  You said that the goddess... gave your ancestors the sword?  So they met her or... what then?"

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He's got a few quick questions for the Renaultesse faction as well, albeit more practical ones.  He approaches Prince Roland and Sir Abner (either together or separately if that's not possible).  He briefly considers asking the two most clearly capable members of the group, but frankly Lucrezia made him feel uneasy and Dermid still terrified him. 


"Sorry to disturb, your highness, Sir Abner, I was hoping to ask for some advice.  I've been considering how I feel... limited, in terms of how I can help this group.  I'm no slouch with a lance, but I don't think that alone can keep up with most of you.  I was wondering if either of you might have some, ah, pointers for where I should be looking next and tips for how to get there.  If that is, uh, not too much of a problem, that is."