[center][h1][color=f26522]Milo Ventri[/color][/h1][/center]

	Milo chuckled at the her flippant disregard of a couple swords and axes, he should hope that she wouldn't be scared off by it, seeing as even as they shared a pained moment, his mind raced with ideas, somehow he was sure that there was a design that would embody what she was, and better yet, who she would be. As she talked about her illness, Milo knew that his pain was not the same, she had lost it all like him, but she seemed to be having a harder time coming back from that, he had been lucky, his injuries were healing well, he may even be able to compete again someday, Vika didn't seem so far along. Milo recalled something he had said to Vika at the Swans song, there is nothing so fragile about us, an adamant believer that if there is a will there is a way, Milo couldn't help but wonder...

	Vika raised her drink and Milo followed suit, [color=f26522]"To those that can't be broken"[/color] Milo smiled, a shared bond set in the pain of their pasts, how odd, who could have guessed that this was the future that he found after leaving home, this girl, this town, it was madness, like there was something in the air that made everyone so gung ho about everything, but damn if it wasn't exciting. Milo had never had much of a life back home, so having this moment meant a lot to him, though he would never say it out loud, his time back home was always work and practice, even still he works and practices, but it's times like this when the freedom to just stop catches up to him and he can't help but smile.