Normally he'd take an offense to her tone and shoot back a snarky retort, but Mikhael barely moved. He only glanced at her after a long delay afterwards, as though it took a moment for her words to reach him, the red eyes clouded in receding thoughts. 

	"It seems everyone here has an idea except me..." he muttered absently, "What lies at the end of this path..." his sentence more of a metaphorical statement than any sort of reply. He quickly turned his head back at Kale as the familiar outline sank deeper and deeper into the horizon. His mood seemed oddly melancholy at this sight, emotive in a way that no one has ever seen of him prior. An odd vulnerability occupied the young man, his body hunched against the back of the bench as though he had no real strength left. Mikhael remained in this pitiful state until a sudden bump in the road caused the cart to jerk forward, nearly falling off because he was still in the habit of reactively using an arm that didn't exist. 

Catching the wooden frame just in time, he pulled himself back onto his seat with a grunt, scowling at himself.

	"Jeez. Drive more carefully, would you? What would we do if you drove the cart into a ditch in no-man's land? We'd be a fresh buffet for the hordes of dark beasts." he grumbled in the usual grouchy tone. It was as though the fall snapped him back to his old self, turning an irritated gaze at her, "And what will it take for you to tell me, huh? Will I have to beg on my hands and knees?" raising the nub of his once-arm, sneering jokingly, "Would you really make a cripple do that?"

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