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"So if fighting isn't an option and you accept reasoning is not one. What do you do?" He moved again lifting Sylvia resting her length over his shoulders hands dangling lazily.

"You could say it has, I thought about trying to force your weapon out with an attack but that's rude and won't exaclty make you too happy with me." He started to close distance between them standing beside her.

"Its not black and white, you're right about that. Some situations though, you don't get the option of being between shades." He laughed, "and on the topic of grey if you ever run into a creature made of grey matter and fog with blue eyes talking about home? That is a grey that's pure black. We call those things Insanity."

"Well then we all agree that would be a bad idea. Still you should come back and spar once in a while. Working out is a good way to think about it."

He frowned just slightly, "Insanity is when one of those creatures or fear gets really weird. It becomes corrupted. There isn't any logic to it. That's something you gota fight even when it's like a 5 story monster."

Roland let out a long sigh letting go of Sylvia who vanished just as suddenly as she appeared making his way over to stand beside the other hunter.

"You're choice, don't say I didn't try to warn you," Arms crossed he pondered for a moment, "Okay, so you want to do something other then fighting? What division are you?"

Roland could only shake his head at her sudden delight at not having to be involved in fighting. He was ready to hear her division expecting something along the lines of Death or Life where fighting could be replaced with something like working in labs or the hospital.

"You're a moon?" His jaw dropped a bit and his palm slapped over his face as he let out a low groan. "Meoldy... you need to get a division transfer and fast. Moon's are the 2nd most deployed team in front line combat. They're the defensive division that actively gets into fights protect the Sun's and other combat hunters...."

"Mist, we support each group, jack of all trades master of none. Though we typically favor certain skills later that involve working with another division more closely." He paused, "And no dodging the truth, you're a Moon, Moon hunters live and die on the front line ensuring other hunters don't end up hurt or dead themselves."

There was a heavy frown on his face, "Honestly, I wonder who recruited you, and who does the division placement because they have to be mental picking a small girl for Moon who doesn't like fighting."

Roland sighed softly as he smeared his palm over his face trying to ignore her quick change in topic. "You'll have two days of leave a month, and $450 dollars a month per month you've been awake. Buy what you can and save it. Buy a mini fridge too or people will steal your stuff." His arms dropped at his sides as he let out a sigh.

"You really are determined to get out of it huh?"

Sylvia found all of this by now to be rather hilarious as the girl reached to pinch Ro's cheek. He stood there stock still scowling as she did so half tempted to whack her with Sylvia and claim she started it by making contact. Still the last time he blind sided someone with his weapon.... He shook his head gently reaching out to press her shoulder and make distance between them.

"Out of fighting," He said plainly, "Really, you need to practice in some form or another. I hate seeing people go out get hurt or worse."