[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Milo shakes his head at Sunny's offer, but his eyes soften somewhat.


"I... suppose that answers my question, at least somewhat.  I'm afraid I'll have to turn you down, for now at least.  After everything that's happened, I... I don't think I can anymore.  Faith... it's a hard thing to get back.  Everything I've seen, I've..."


"I don't think I can hold the same, I don't know, positive attitude towards Progress as you."  He looks down and laughs again.  "It's crazy though, I never thought I'd have to worry about this hole it leaves though.  Thank you though, I think I understand where you're coming from a bit better.  Who knows, maybe you will end up being right about it all in the end."

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Milo stiffens notably when Casey asks his question.  After a second he relaxes, and nods slightly.


"Yeah, I suppose.  I was trained as one anyways, as you can probably see I wasn't particularly good at it.  Not enough to stay."

He shrugs, but still looks slightly stiff.

"Learned enough to keep me alive, so it wasn't entirely pointless I guess - and now I can put it towards something good.  Thanks for the concern, regardless."

Milo smiles for a second, goes to speak, but pauses before continuing.

"I wouldn't sell yourself short though, you've made it pretty far so far and put in your share of fighting.  I can't imagine you haven't had your own scrapes in the past from how you handle that knife.  You said you were from Achaim, right?"