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"Me, blind?" Michael sounded the slightest bit stung as he said this, although he still tried to be as polite as possible. "I mean, my father and older brother used to tease me about how much I endlessly pored over my books for hours and hours, but aside from that my vision is sufficient." It took a moment for him to realize he had alluded to his family again, and he let out a sigh, his mood dampened a bit. At least he hadn't droned on for too long about it yet.

Just as he finished, he stared at Luna with horror as she spit upon the ground, and outright accused him of being the rapist he was looking for. "Um...I apologize for her behavior," he sighed, pointing at Luna with an open palm. Honestly? Forget all those silly standards everyone seemed to place for women, even Thomas hadn't been that irreverent--and that was really saying a lot, because his older brother sometimes seemed to go out of his way just to be as irritating as humanly possible...

Not that it changed the fact that Michael had come for him. "As for news...well, there isn't really anything I'm bringing, for I just arrived in the Aether a few...uh..." Actually, come to think of it, he had no idea how long he had been unconscious. "Well, a relatively short amount of time ago, to put it plainly. As for Luna...well, have you heard about anything, aside from the rapist?" Then he remembered something else, and turned back to the man. "Oh...I don't believe you introduced yourself, either."

As he spoke, he held the claymore behind his back. Currently, he didn't really trust the Guardian to hold it, even if it was supposed to be protecting him--even now, he didn't know what the Guardian was thinking as it silently gazed onward. But it didn't seem right to be carrying on such a casual conversation while holding weapons out in the open for people to see.