[b]MILO[/b]

Milo froze, every muscle in his body tightened, "You can't be serious...." Milo trailed off. He'd be sent off to join this man in his operation? Milo felt sick all of a sudden. More importantly, he'd be split from the rest of the 33rd. After a moment, Milo shaped up, and regained his composure. "So, we'll be split up from each other?" Milo asked, quietly. He was staring straight ahead, trying his best to keep his stoic visage, but his concern was showing through in the form of a slightly shaking body. After everything Milo had been through in his life, simply going with Alec seemed to affect him more than any of it. The man made Milo feel uncomfortable on levels he had never really experienced before. When the man stared at you, he wasn't looking into your eyes, he was looking into your being. Thousands of thoughts ran through Milo's head, as he stood there beside his Captain. 

[b]SOAH[/b]

Soah frowned, and picked up the clothes from the ground, and then handed the sword to the girl. At this point, Soah just wanted to change clothes. "Now that our business is over, you can do whatever you like." Soah said, gruffly, as he headed into a nearby alley. Soah turned back to Adrian, for a moment, "Head to the tavern, I'll meet you there." He called back. Once he arrived in the alley, Soah quickly put on all the clothes given to him. They fitted much more tighter than he had anticipated, and disliked it immensely. Soah sighed, and ran his fingers through his hair. He looked around for a moment, seeing no one else in the alley. Soah collapsed to the ground, with his back pressed up against the wall. He was truly exhausted, still. As he relaxed his head against the stone side of a building, he closed his eyes. He could relax here, for a moment. Everything he had gone through in the past day had worn the man out. Not very many men get stabbed through the chest, twice, and live to tell the tale. Soah simply sat in the alley, lost in his own thoughts for a moment.