[ Nyx's thinks Miles makes sense, honestly. In the wild there's no truth or justice; things just are. A coeurl kills an anak to survive and no one grieves it. But to know the truth of things means deciding what to make right, what to not allow. They do work in tandem.

He squeezes Miles' hand, looking up at him from where he's stretched out, and he can feel the soft affectionate smile that is probably far too dopey for the situation spread across his face. ]

Hey, me and my reckless heart appreciate knowing the truth too. Keepin' secrets has never worked out. Plus I know you're good at your job. If anyone is gonna convince some hundred year old dead guys to not kill me, it'd be you.

[ He hasn't had a chance to see it but he believes it, wholeheartedly. ]

The guy who taught you about justice being in folders - that was your mentor, right? The asshole.