Milyn was a lot like Larrikin--almost painfully so, in some ways. She hadn't actually answered the statement. She talked, to fill their air yes but also to distract and dissemble. Anton hadn't actively avoided her, but that association was what kept him from seeking her out, as well.

Anton watched her with something between nostalgia and resigned indulgence, and declined to pursue the parts her words danced around.

It was always morbid watching the vial fill, so he didn't; it never did any good to linger on the sight of blood, even if he didn't cause it. "I didn't realise Keeliai had the facilities," he said simply instead, which was quite true.