Jeffrey
*Sonja's silence was expected. But it occurred a little too early. He expected his cold remark about the war extending west to garner silence, but not his mention of his hometown area.*

"Something wrong? You went quiet before that."

*Nodding his head in agreement, Livio lifted his flask once more, and aimed his finger in a gun at it, before catching it.*

"Heh, seems like I can't go cold. I won't show up drunk to the next fight though, I promise you that.0
Vanessa
*Sufficed to say, Sonja wasn't particularly keen on broaching the topic. But if Livio didn't know better than to ask, she didn't feel any need to hold her peace. She spoke plainly.*

"It sounds similar to my village." *Which was gone. Destroyed. Scattered to the wind.*

*This had already been alluded to, so Sonja didn't feel the need to state it explicitly. No doubt the Ursinoid once felt similar to Livio, harboring illusions about the invincibility of her close knit community. Not anymore.*

*She raised an eyebrow as Livio committed to not showing up to battle drunk next time.*

"Finally committed to surviving long enough for a return home?" *Sonja managed an amused chuckle.*
Jeffrey
"Ah, ok."

*Livio threw the flask up and down, carefully looking at it. He caught it once more, before pocketing it and aiming his finger gun in the distance.*

"Hey, I've lived every time even when drunk! Now that I'll be sober, I'll be better than ever!"

*A stream of icy magic fires out from his finger through the air, leaving a small chill in its wake.*

"Plus, I feel like I haven't been able to unleash my full potential. Sivne's cutting everything up too fast."