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[It's little!Milo again. But bigger, yes he's grown since you last saw him. He's also not bloody and not wearing his cloth this time. He's dress in training clothing, rather like this [but with his anime hair colour not manga]. He's sitting on a large golden box and he has a book in hand, reading apparently. He has another book dropped onto the cloth box next to him.

The one he's holding appears to be in Greek while the one sitting abandoned next to him is in French, "La Folle de Chaillot."

He glances around the plane, as if he hadn't noticed it at first...rather like how he was last time. But he's changed a lot, the corner of his mouth curves up in a slight grin. He kicks his legs slightly, almost a childish and carefree gesture.]

Well this time hopefully there will be fewer useless questions...?

[He looks thoughtful for a moment.]

Camus. The other Camus, the one much older, I will speak with you.

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[Milo's eyes seem unnaturally bright as he speaks, animated almost excited.]

There's five liters, right? I thought that people who were bigger would have a lot more, but you can't really tell when they just bleed. And they can't bleed out completely anyways, unless you hang them upside down. [He pauses, calming for a moment.]

That's why I talked to you, right? Because you also knew these things.

[contract_star]

[Watches Milo with a blank expression.]

[Very calmly,] Five liters. It's always surprising, isn't it? Every time.

I do. So I guess that's the reason, then.

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Is it still surprising? After years of it?

[Fingers the edges of his book.] I'm getting bored already.

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Yes. Always.

[Blandly,] I tend to have that effect on you.