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[color=ec008c][h3][center]Lost Haven, Slums[/center][/h3][/color]

[color=00aeef][h2][center]"Has anyone told you that you're tiny?"[/center][/h2][/color]

Finding himself a distance from the scene of disaster, Milo could breath in relief now that he no longer resided within the eye of storms. Though still a distance from his home, the boy was drawn to a reclusive spot he could call haven for the time being. There were many bridges in Lost Haven, each one having acted as home for the homeless more than once. As it was, Milo found himself in solitude beneath the molding stone as he dropped down to the hard asphalt. In an attempt of comfort, the young swordsman leaned against the thick stones together building the decrepit bridge which had undoubtedly seen better days in an age old past. Dirty, torn and bloodied clothes told a tale quite grim, but as had been established, Milo too had seen days considered better than the disastrous outcomes which had come to greet his current situation. Trying to evaluate and go over the day's progress, Milo's thoughts would continuously find a single stop, Masamune. It was still a task in and of itself to fully comprehend the gravity of the situation Milo was facing. Indeed, it wasn't a fact of worry or discomfort, but rather an addition Milo never expected to have. 

Pulling his knees closer to the boy's chest, Milo closed his eyes in response to the action. He had been gone for a while, and James was probably worried sick. Then again, it was a well known fact that the assassin could take care of himself. Though, as it stood friends tended to worry nonetheless. Speaking of friends, Masamune spared no questions in getting to know his new master. For a sword, the blade was quite talkative, indeed. Of course, one could also mention the weapon's rather flamboyant attitude and sassy personality. Having existed for so long, Masamune undoubtedly possessed more than a few changes in personality. [color=00aeef]"How long are we going to sit here, Milo?"[/color] Like an eager child, Masamune appeared less than willing to remain in the same place for long.

[color=ec008c]"I just need to collect myself..."[/color] With a moment to think finally showing itself, Milo would find himself blessed with serenity, albeit briefly. Masamune, while a welcomed addition, was quite a lot to get used to.

[color=00aeef]"Come now, Milo. You can't always succeed. That's a fact of life!"[/color] Having told Masamune about Milo's grand failure, the boy had unlocked a series of conversations he would rather avoid but knew he needed to get off his chest. 

[color=ec008c]"Yeah..."[/color] The blade was correct, but in the swordsman's line of work, a failure meant someone's death. Failing to protect an innocent individual usually resulted in their demise, thus not always succeeding was a heavy burden indeed. 

[color=00aeef]"I have to say, kid. You're a lot more emotional than you look."[/color] It was no secret that Milo's appearance hinted at a lack of care and sometimes apathy, although behind such a surface resided a boy offering both care and passion. Getting met with silence, Masamune continued. [color=00aeef]"So tell me! What do you intend to do with that eternal life you have running through your veins, Milo? Are you going to chase petty criminals until the world withers?"[/color]

[color=ec008c]"I don't know..."[/color] In truth, Milo had not considered the future in terms of occupation. Was he going to chase criminals forever, or was he going to do something better with his time? There were much more powerful and dangerous individuals out there that needed to be stopped. People hiding behind a series of guards, making decisions that shake an entire city, perhaps even a country. [color=ec008c]"I've been wanting to go after bigger fry..."[/color]

[color=00aeef]"That's the spirit!"[/color] Perhaps one could call the eager blade an instigator looking for excitement but as it was, Milo saw the futility in cutting down a few of the countless bad apples swarming Lost Haven. [color=00aeef]"So how do you intend to go about it? Are you going to pack up and move to the east side, gate crashing the governor's house?"[/color] With a loud chuckle, Masamune laughed at his own example but continued on a more serious note. [color=00aeef]"Or you could grab that friend of yours, what was his name, James? Yes, James. You could take him and go on a little adventure together! I hear New York is filled to the brink with supernatural bullshit."[/color]

[color=ec008c]"New York...?"[/color] Ascending to his feet, the boy ran his hands across the dirty clothes covering his body, dusting the fabric before he started on the path home. [color=ec008c]"Maybe..."[/color]