"He always does, they are the most powerful people after him., but they cannot reach him. He is too powerful for both of them combine," Militia said, trying to understand what Lanark was saying. Lanark sighed, and looked at her with open eyes. His eyes have some sort of optimism in them, suddenly, he sees things too optimistically. That's the thing about the fighter, they fight, either they win or lose they celebrate or whine, but in the end, they choose to learn and take the best from it. Lanark was trying his best, to see a better future for himself, but Militia wasn't convinced about his vision.