Milos... honestly could not relax. As long as everyone was heading into town, Milos decided to as well, trying to keep his distance from the crowd. He couldn't stop beating himself up for his brief period of fear at Joachim's ripping and tearing... how dare he say he was making progress and then cower like a baby when one of his teammates was just trying to deliver justice? And right in front of his trusted teammates, too...
He had figured a brisk walk would help take his mind off of everything going on. He tried not to make eye contact with anyone, try not to feel so small in a crowd of bigger people... but his walk left him to his own thoughts. His thoughts started small, repeating quiet, yet effective negative words in his head.
Weak... Child... Useless... He whispered to himself to stop it. He took a deep breath... and exhaled. But Milos' thoughts began to grow harsher, stronger... before long, he kept replaying his sudden fear, his show of weakness in front of everyone, his tears, the
screams, the growls, oh god the growls, I don't want to die, please don't hurt me... and then echoed among them were the mocking words... mocking words of others that he wouldn't have to hear if he wasn't so
weak..."You will explain why you have brought a whimpering child into my presence. Do you seek to insult me in my time of need, human?"
"Hey, hey, kid's a little scared of some Laguz. Give him some room. Slightly confused though, about what he's doing here."
"Maybe Milos is a secret killer? Pretends to be a girl, ambushes mate-to-be."
"Don't think most wannabe murderers look like they're about to wet themselves."
"You will explain why you have brought a whimpering child into my presence."
"What, afraid of a harmless little cat like me? Oh, but why? I don't mean you any harm. . ."
"So he is afraid of beasts! Haha! I kind of have to admire that! This job got a lot more interesting."
whimpering child
The sheer overwhelming nature of his emotions were just almost too much to bear, and he almost broke down crying right in front of the crowd of people as he sped up his pace, as if trying to outrun something that just kept keeping up with him. As he whispered 'leave me alone, leave me alone' under his breath, he quickened, before turning into an alleyway. He dove into a niche in the walls, obstructing himself from view, then huddled there by himself, trying not to be discovered by anyone. He buried his face into his knees.
"S-stop it... I-I'm not a kid... I-I just have... a-a problem... I-I'm trying... to fix it..."Before long, he almost lost it, letting out meek sniffles and tears as he thought of how powerless he was. How
useless he was, how he couldn't even stop being scared of his own teammate, how he was letting himself be such a big
baby in front of everyone. He just wanted it to stop. He didn't want to be afraid and yet he just
was afraid.And he hated every second of it.