[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

To Milo, Sunny offers a smile. It's not as bright as normal, but certainly just as genuine.



"Ah, so it's a question of how I remain steadfast. I suppose that makes sense." Sunny glances to the side. "Well... I believe part of my previous answer applies here as well." She returns her gaze to Milo, smile faltering, but only slightly. "Progress is all I am. Without him..." She glances down at her hands. "who am I? Who are any of us without the beliefs we would fight and die for? I cannot fight my convictions any more than I could the color of my eyes or the place I was born. Nor would I want to. This is a fight that was born within me, I suppose."

Again, Sunny smiles, looking up at Milo with a confident grin. "I'll not push you into anything, but if you ever desire to learn some new tenets, let me know. I'd be glad to pray with you."