[Miyano shrugs a little, ducking his head unconsciously as they pass the soldiers, hurrying to keep up with Bruce's strides.] I suppose. I was a foundling, though, they were sort of...duty-bound to keep me? I guess?

[Then he wonders, frantically, if this counts as arguing, looking up at Bruce for a moment, eyes wide and earnest.] N-Not that I'm, um. Questioning your judgement, sir. If that's what...what you want, then I'll do my best, I promise. [He's about to say more, but then he's very, very easily lifted onto a horse, and he clams up immediately, clinging onto the horse's mane for dear life.]