Milaxa & Morbo
Morbo Morbo
You ever notice how battlefields are the darkest galleries of humanity?
Milaxa Milaxa
Yeah, I keep picturing them like a chaotic exhibit—colors splashed all over, but mostly just shadows and dust. It's like the world’s roughest brushstrokes, and we’re the ones stuck looking. I guess even in that darkness, there’s a kind of raw beauty to find.
Morbo Morbo
Nice to see the battlefield as art, but remember: the universe doesn't care about aesthetics, just about survival.
Milaxa Milaxa
True, the universe’s heart beats to the rhythm of survival, but even in the hard grind there’s a little sparkle if you look close—like a tiny splash of color on a muddy canvas. We’re just trying to keep that spark alive, right?
Morbo Morbo
Sure, but if you want that sparkle you better be ready to fight for it.
Milaxa Milaxa
Absolutely, I’m all about fighting for that sparkle—just remember to keep a brush in hand while you’re at it, because a little color always makes the fight a bit brighter.
Morbo Morbo
Just keep that brush sharpened and ready—because even a splash of color has to survive the chaos.