pridefueled:
“Awesome.” He parrots the word with a bemused sort of tone, brow furrowing. He’s used to being awe-inspiring, perhaps, if only in his armor, though that is hardly an option now. He pushes the thought of his lost abilities aside, not yet wanting to deal with how similar his new ones are either. Instead he focuses on the way Galo goes quiet for a moment, stuck inside whatever train of thought is roaring through that decidedly one-track mind. Whatever it is doesn’t seem pleasant, and Lio almost scoffs at himself the second he thinks it. Of course it’s probably not pleasant; not much of what’s happened to him in the last week is. “I suppose that’s one thing to call us,” he begins, slow, pensive, eyes tracking along the tightening of Galo’s arms with a huff. “Though I’m sure there are another few choice adjectives our comrades might have in mind.” ‘Reckless’ being first and foremost among them. Admittedly, even though Lio is usually far more careful, his interactions with Galo Thymos have made him realize one thing: the man is a hazard. To Lio’s self-control, at the very least. He isn’t sure how or why, but it’s too easy a thing for him to be caught up in Galo’s pace, dragged along on rides he doesn’t remember boarding until suddenly, he’s hip-deep in trouble and losing all semblance of restraint. If Galo ever figured it out, it’d probably be even more hazardous. So Lio will just have to make sure he doesn’t.
“If we are, then we’re at a marked disadvantage. That girl, Aina, would probably be an asset. Meis and Gueira too.” Though he may be a bit biased when it came to the matter of his Seconds in Command. He doesn’t know nearly enough about the rest of Burning Rescue (though something tells him the small blonde in charge of their Operations isn’t to be trifled with) so he couldn’t say for sure, but he’s also certain that they would be good to have along. He pauses another moment, then arches a brow, lips tugging up on one side. “…are you just saying that because one of them might have your Matoi?”
Galo can’t help but admire Lio’s calm approach to all of this. sure, he’d seen Lio in all sorts of emotional states, hurt and rage being two of the most prominent, but the way he calmly thought about the situation at hand, keeping all those thoughts to himself...it was interesting to see. Galo supposes he wasn’t the leader of Mad Burnish for nothing. those leadership abilities not only made him a good asset, but a great companion to have in times of trouble.
that slight smirk, though... it reminds Galo that Lio has a hot streak, just like him, and Galo finds himself grinning.
“Hell yeah! How am I supposed to let everyone know I mean business without it? The flimsy plastic they gave me,” Galo nudges the simultaneously melted and charred baton with his foot, “couldn’t even begin to handle my burning soul!” because that’s why it melted...definitely not the fireball he’d accidentally conjured in surprise.
“Then again...maybe it’s a good thing no one else is here, that we know of. I mean, there’s a huge mess back home to deal with! Who’d clean it up if everyone was whisked away to this place?” a pause, where he considers something else. then, an exasperated yell, with an equally exasperated ruffling of his own hair.
“They’re all gonna think I skipped out on helping! I wouldn’t do that!”










