through the trials of time

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[Milo appears on the Astral Plane wearing the bottom half of his cloth. Like so but uh hotter. His expression is relaxed unlike the last time he made himself known and he almost seems content, if a bit tired.]

Quite a feat to repair my temple in such a short time, even for me. But it is done.

...with the help of the kitten of course. Seems we won't be fighting each other any time soon.

[His mind is clearer and more open than usual today. In his head he's thinking,] If I could simply enjoy this peace given without holding back... [Aaand his mental guard goes back up.]

[He lies on his back on the "ground" of the Astral Plane.]

Tell me, anyone know where the Northern Cross is?

Comments

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh? And how do you think you are?

Milo! I knew a kid named Milo once! He was brilliant. Well, because of the chips he ate but still.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

I simply am. There's nothing particularly interesting or uninteresting about it.

That's...nice.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Aw, now you're just making it sound so dull.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

Why would that concern you?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

It doesn't! It's just, well, you don't make it sound very good. Or like it's anything you take pride in.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

Of course I take pride in my duty. But the existence of Saints isn't meant to be interesting, our existence isn't even known to most.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

You don't even find it interesting, though? I mean, 'course you can get jaded to it but once you get jaded, life gets a little less bright.