It would have become immediately apparent to Gaelio, previous suspicions or otherwise, that Mika thinks or even cares very little of such concepts existing. If he, or any of the others, simply rolled over on their bellies and trusted fate to take its course, they would be nothing but corpses on the ground. In every moment and time, there was always someone or something to try and stop them, to keep them from advancing. The first brigade, the Gjallarhorn, and now. In a way, it's akin to flowers growing through cracks of hard concrete; stronger through adversity, and even stronger still together.
Flowers that will never wilt.
Mila's eyes follow the movement of Gaelio's hand, the date between his fingers changing shape, swelling into an apple at the blink of an eye. Whether it's some kind of an illusion or a trick, a sleight of hand, he doesn't know or exactly care to. There's something that this man isn't forthcoming and saying outright, something in the inflections and pauses between words, in the narrowed line of his eyes. ]
/panicked honk
It would have become immediately apparent to Gaelio, previous suspicions or otherwise, that Mika thinks or even cares very little of such concepts existing. If he, or any of the others, simply rolled over on their bellies and trusted fate to take its course, they would be nothing but corpses on the ground. In every moment and time, there was always someone or something to try and stop them, to keep them from advancing. The first brigade, the Gjallarhorn, and now. In a way, it's akin to flowers growing through cracks of hard concrete; stronger through adversity, and even stronger still together.
Flowers that will never wilt.
Mila's eyes follow the movement of Gaelio's hand, the date between his fingers changing shape, swelling into an apple at the blink of an eye. Whether it's some kind of an illusion or a trick, a sleight of hand, he doesn't know or exactly care to. There's something that this man isn't forthcoming and saying outright, something in the inflections and pauses between words, in the narrowed line of his eyes. ]
I'm no hero.