The vagrant did his best to bite back the sudden rising bitterness, Elidan especially didn't deserve any of it given the kindness he had shown since the very moment they had met. Reality was just a cruel thing and they all did what they could, what they had to, within it. To enjoy what life has to offer, though as of late that ideal had been more and more difficult to follow, as with the rest he believed in.
"I don't," Milo simply replied, doing his best to keep his tone as neutral as he could. His gait appeared unaffected, hands still stuffed in the pockets of his jacket in that casual way despite the fact that his temperament was anything but. Shutting his eyes for a moment he released a calming breath and rebuilt those walls he had let crack with his negligent temper. He at least appreciated the half-Anfynn's attempt at care, another example that he was actually a different breed. One of the good ones, potentially even a hero, though Milo held a lot more reservations about the use of that word.
"Why Celanon?" It was obvious that he was purposefully changing the subject. "I've never been or... Well, heard much about that world. Got business or friends there?" He winced, it wasn't his place to ask these sorts of questions, but carried on as though nothing had happened, feigning some sort of carefree nature. At least he was telling the truth concerning his ignorance of the Outer Rim planet. "Do you know where I've always wanted to go? Yavin Four, lots of history there both ancient and more modern. Old temples which dot the surface, some of which were used by the Alliance of old, at least by some accounts. They're actually the reason as to why I'm out this direction at all."
Milo caught the smell of the place long before he saw it, another growl echoing from his stomach which he tried to suppress with a hand half-laughing behind a cough. “I think you’re right, I am hungry, but is that smell? It’s wondrous.” Milo’s mood lightened with the distraction and the hint of promised food only meant good things were to come. Good think it was self-serve, as Milo would have more than his fill and then some. "I haven't had local food, but if it is as good as it smells..."
"I don't," Milo simply replied, doing his best to keep his tone as neutral as he could. His gait appeared unaffected, hands still stuffed in the pockets of his jacket in that casual way despite the fact that his temperament was anything but. Shutting his eyes for a moment he released a calming breath and rebuilt those walls he had let crack with his negligent temper. He at least appreciated the half-Anfynn's attempt at care, another example that he was actually a different breed. One of the good ones, potentially even a hero, though Milo held a lot more reservations about the use of that word.
"Why Celanon?" It was obvious that he was purposefully changing the subject. "I've never been or... Well, heard much about that world. Got business or friends there?" He winced, it wasn't his place to ask these sorts of questions, but carried on as though nothing had happened, feigning some sort of carefree nature. At least he was telling the truth concerning his ignorance of the Outer Rim planet. "Do you know where I've always wanted to go? Yavin Four, lots of history there both ancient and more modern. Old temples which dot the surface, some of which were used by the Alliance of old, at least by some accounts. They're actually the reason as to why I'm out this direction at all."
Milo caught the smell of the place long before he saw it, another growl echoing from his stomach which he tried to suppress with a hand half-laughing behind a cough. “I think you’re right, I am hungry, but is that smell? It’s wondrous.” Milo’s mood lightened with the distraction and the hint of promised food only meant good things were to come. Good think it was self-serve, as Milo would have more than his fill and then some. "I haven't had local food, but if it is as good as it smells..."
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