He says he would know if the journal were a fake, and quickly once he reads the ancient runes poses the theory that Kida’s glowing necklace is one shard of a much larger crystal, a power source that keeps Atlantis alive. He is a dreamer and an idealist whom others accuse of spending too much time studying “legends and folklore,” but he earnestly stands behind all of his intuitive assumptions, convinced that “this time,” he is right about the journal’s location. Milo believes Atlantis exists despite having no proof he also thinks they have advanced tech and if he could just find the journal, it would all make sense and prove his grandfather was no fool.
He spends his free time deconstructing Latin, babbling about his love of languages, and striving to make sense of the world. He tells a story about his childhood and delight in finding an arrowhead, but realizing as an adult that it was simply a stone washed into a triangular shape by time (he uses far more technical jargon). Milo is a self-proclaimed expert in “gibberish,” who is attempting to figure out what the journal means and theorizing about the empty page and what it contains. He works in a museum taking care of the boiler, and also fixes a machine while on their quest using the same technique, and relates back to his previous experiences when asked how he managed to make it work. Sweet: Uh-huh, nice meeting you too.Milo is a linguistics expert who can easily understand ancient languages, having studied other related languages-he grasps “how they work” from the inside out, and that allows him to translate a dead language-Atlantian, and speak it reasonably well. Milo: Thank you.I mean, nice meeting you. Packard: Would Milo Thatch please report to the bridge? Here, I'm gonna need you to fill these up. Hate the taste, hate the smell, hate all those little bones. Sweet: So where're you from? Really? I have family up that way! Beautiful country up there! You do any fishing? I'm betting I can cut that time in half! Now, stick out your tongue and say "Ah"! Sweet: Nice, isn't it? The catalogue says that this little beauty can saw through a femur in 28 seconds. Sweet: Milo Thatch, you're my three o'clock! Well, no time like the present.
Sat in the dirt, didn't you? Molière, now what have I told ya about playing nice with the other kids?! Get back! I got soap, and I'm not afraid to use it! Back, foul creature! Back into the pit from whence you came! Mole: This is an outrage! You must leave at once! Out-out-out-out-OUT! These are all the microscopic fingerprints of the mapmaker. 2, paint flecks of a type used in government buildings, you have a cat, short hair Persian, two years old, third in a litter of seven. Mole: Parchment fibre from the Nile Delta circa 500 B.C., lead pencil No.
Mole: Aha! there you are! Now tell me your story, my little friend. Mole: Do not be such a crybaby! Hold still! Mole: You ask too many questions! Who are you?! Who sent you?! Speak up! Mole: You disturbed the dirt! Dirt from around the globe, spanning the centuries! Ack! What have you done?! England must never merge with France!