"I'd hoped to remain hidden, but failing that I always assumed I'd run..." Miklo started, "and I've no family in this county to worry about. Although..." The scholar frowned and scratched his head for a moment, his previously thrilled expression fading from his face as he grew introspective. He'd not thought much about the consequences of what was happening in his country- he'd always just hid in his bookstore, expecting it all to pass over his head. He'd never thought about the others who might be suffering, or about taking any sort of action. Maybe now it was time he stood up and fought- metaphorically of course- for once...
But what about the risks? It would be far safer just to move on, to go back to Serendipity, maybe assist Fezzen with the business. Miklo wasn't a revolutionary; heck, he didn't even have the spirit to protest when that one bunch of drunks had tried to vandalize his store! He just wasn't equipped to handle this sort of thing...
No, no, no. There were people out there suffering, and it would be morally reprehensible to just run and hide, even if that were in his best interests. That's something Fezzen would do, and it was the one thing that had always disgusted him about his elder brother. Miklo clenched his fists- he didn't know what he could do, but he needed to try to do something. Stepping up besides Jinai, he offered his hand- which was, admittedly, shaking like crazy. "I don't know exactly how you plan to do all this..." he nervously stammered out. "But I'll help however I can."