[ has he changed in makoto's eyes? maybe, maybe not, but there's certainly a change in the air about them both. perhaps something courier said sparked a thought, some kind of tipped hand of what kind of person this itra happens to be? that behind every smile, deceptive or not, therein lies a heart of someone who would defend what he perceives to be noble and good ideas. that at courier's core, he can't let someone be in peril--- and that he's more than happy to take hit after hit after hit. that in his name is a tenet: he is a courier and that his message will be delivered, no matter what that message happens to be.

his kind heart may lead him into danger, but he has yet to falter. even now without a direction, his clear eyes stay ahead. ]

Perhaps... we are all scouts of some kind. A living account is much better than one coming from someone dying.

[ which would make sense. the amenities are crude and the restrictions set upon them are tight, but they aren't going out of their way to make their lives worse. ]

It all comes down to us being able to do something that they can't. The number of people they've somehow gathered might also mean they expect a number of failures too. Right?

[ and then, another possibility hits him. ]

Or maybe... this isn't our last stop.