MILO
the hope and the hurt has lived inside of me
but there's gold in the dirt
but there's gold in the dirt
He remembers the fire from the first time he’d met Sam, how the Ascended had told him he could make a fire but had stayed a healthy distance away from it. As for the not feeling pain part? It surprises him a small amount, though he nods as he inspects the basin, finds that it results in next to nothing, and so he moves on – gaze lifting and scanning along the cavern walls for any sign of anything that might be useful later.
He finds nothing from his own search, and he ends up moving back toward the benches, sitting on one of the black stone pews as his head turns toward her. “I dunno. Seems just like’a black… Cavern? Kinda like the Fingers but not.” He reaches up to run a hand through his red hair, gaze following the lines of black until it seems like all the light disappears again in the center. “Y’got anythin’?”
He finds nothing from his own search, and he ends up moving back toward the benches, sitting on one of the black stone pews as his head turns toward her. “I dunno. Seems just like’a black… Cavern? Kinda like the Fingers but not.” He reaches up to run a hand through his red hair, gaze following the lines of black until it seems like all the light disappears again in the center. “Y’got anythin’?”
i never took the time to see
but i knew of its worth
but i knew of its worth
