[ Their worlds are too different, his and Gaelio's, both looking in different directions, or maybe it's just by the grace of being, somehow time and again, in opposing sides of the tide. They are all swept up in that man's plans, whether they're aware of it or not, and just because they are trapped in this witch's coven to fulfill some sort of sacred duty to aid her or whatever, it wasn't going to change a thing. Just a temporary hiccup, a halting truce uneasily set up.

It means nothing to him whatsoever. All his life, the only thing that's ever mattered, the only voice he's ever truly listened to has been—

But he isn't here.

Mika is dismayed, honestly speaking, but he doesn't necessarily dwell on it. People of his sort don't sit and dwell and stew over past mistakes and losses, they pick up whatever they can carry and move on.

So Mika will move on, as decisively as he could, and if the steps he take here bring him closer back to where he should be, to where orga is, then that will be enough. ]

The things about heroes, and fate... I don't really understand any of it.

[ Mika picks up the last of the dates, popping it into his mouth and starting to chew on it. ]

If you haven't died, does that mean you are going to get in our way again?