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

[color=00aeef][h2][center]"You're actually doing it? Let's have some fun!"[/center][/h2][/color]

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"Where the hell have you been!? What the hell happened to you!?" Seeing Milo step through the door, James jumped from his seat and evened the distance between them with rapid steps. "You're all bloody and your clothes are freaking torn! Is this you taking a walk!?" James spared no time in placing his hands on Milo shoulders, desperately shaking the boy as if he was unconscious on the floor. "And where's your sword!?" The worry in James' eyes was heartwarming to say the least, but after all this time, he should have understood that worrying for Milo was a heartache he didn't need. 

[color=00aeef]"This is just adorable."[/color] Masamune began, a soft chuckle following his words. Though none but Milo could hear the blade's voice, it managed a soft smile across the boy's lips as he gazed up on his friend. 

[color=ec008c]"I'm alright, James. Don't worry..."[/color] In an attempt to calm the immense worry emanating from the young Asian, Milo placed his hand upon James' before turning his eyes to Kaya. The boy hadn't been gone for longer than three hours but in that time, a lot had managed to happen. He did try to fill James in on the events which had transpired but the young man was quite easily overwhelmed by the story. Mobsters, a failed rescue, a sword master and a magical weapon all in the span of three hours? It was hard to feign understanding, let alone comprehend the words leaving Milo's lips in a calm, collected manner. One had to grant it to the boy, despite everything, he was yet to fall beneath the weight of struggle. [color=ec008c]"I want to go to New York..."[/color]

[color=00aeef]"Oh, so you've decided, huh?"[/color] Masamune added, his words fading beneath James' surprise. 

"What? Are you serious? Why do you want to go to New York? That place is [i]huge[/i], not to mention that you and I need to help Kaya!" Raising his hand in the woman's direction, James had not forgotten the promise he made. 

[color=ec008c]"You said that..."[/color] Since acquiring Masamune, Milo found it a waste to combat lowly thugs and in truth, humans. With a blade like Masamune in his possession, it would be a crime in itself not to combat creatures who would otherwise never fall to mundane weaponry. It would be a waste, a soldier placed on the wrong battlefield. [color=ec008c]"You can stay, James..."[/color] The boy would continue, a sense of confidence clear in his voice. [color=ec008c]"Help Kaya. You know where you'll be able to find me later, okay...?"[/color] Milo had left the hideout to clear his head and returned three hours later with a new mission all together. While an unexpected addition, it was nothing unique to the boy. Epiphanies were not rare and unless a deluded fool saw the words of the Divines spelled out in the clouds, it was a path the heart truly wanted to follow.

"You're serious about this, aren't you? You're actually leaving for New York? Why, because you have some kind of magical sword, now?" Crossing his arms, James raised his voice slightly in frustration but he had to concede to the fact once Masamune's splendor materialiserad in the boy's hand. With wide eyes, he glared down at the sword glowing dimly within the darkness of their home. It was true. What Milo had said not only rang true but now painted a picture no one could deny. "Shit..."

[color=ec008c]"This isn't a higher purpose bullshit I'm spewing..."[/color] Milo continued, the blade vanishing from his hand. [color=ec008c]"But I was made to be a weapon, and I want to do what I can..."[/color]

"You're more than a weapon." James objected, shaking his head. "You're a person, never forget that!" Pulling Milo into a hug, James couldn't help but clench his teeth in a desperate attempt not to seem emotional. "Look, if you feel like you want to go to New York, go for it. I can't stop you even if I tried and I know what happens when you've made up your mind. I need to help Kaya though, I promised her. After that's done, I'm going to come looking for you, you hear?"

[color=ec008c]"You better..."[/color] The boy finished, a soft grin crossing his lips. Milo had always been known as a cautious individual. He wasn't one to act on impulse very often but sometimes even he understood that one could not sit by and consider everything until the day of judgment. Milo wanted to achieve something more, something better. If he didn't use what the day had offered to reach new heights, everything would have been for naught. Kaya and James could undoubtedly deal with Lost Haven together. They were capable individuals and their place was in the Haven, fighters for justice. 

What Milo was after wasn't quite the same thing. Thirty two years had passed since his creation yet he found himself clueless in so many ways. He needed to go to New York not only to pursue another path but also to learn, to experience what the world had to offer. Of course, this involved the underworld, the supernatural world. That's where he was heading. 

Taking a quick shower lead to a change of clothes before a final goodbye would fill the air. It was time to leave, and eagerness was thick enough to drown the boy's desires. He had no interest in waiting for the next day, nor was he emotionally capable of staying for any longer. Returning to bed would leave him lost in his own thoughts for several hours, hours of which would more than probably change his mind due to a longing to be with James. He would need to push those personal desires aside for he was a soldier on a mission. 

Though time had left him outside their hideout, Milo found his thoughts returning to Kaya and James frequently on his way to the train station. His goodbye had been offered and it was time to move on. Masamune's endless topics of conversation did help quite a lot in keeping Milo focused on his goal, but he would not forget his friend. One day they would be reunited, but not now. 

The train station was quite a distance from the ghetto, a trip Milo would have to make by bus if he ever hoped to get to his location before the next day. As it was, the setting sun was soon visible through the window of public transportation. New York was far away, but as James had stated, Milo had made up his mind.