IC II: DH The Purity of Sacrifice

[bramblefoot]

"agreed" milo says, stretching his neck and rolling his shoulders. a slight grunt is heard as his left shoulder makes a popping noise like a small-caliber stub round. "im not as young as i used to be" he jokes, preparing for the train to stop. he turns to orla and winks. "if you think the midhive is a special sight for someone, you aint seen nothing yet"