Miro scoffed so slightly, rubbing his wrists and his face respectively, before reclining in the chair. His eyes glared at Beatrix who seemed to fidget and flinch everytime and then. Her feet were rather restless, and she wasn't making eye contact with Miro after the fiasco.

"Too naive, Bea. You're too naive." Miro sighed as he eyed the rest. He breathed deep as he then pat the younger girl's head, much like an older brother would have done. "I told you this would happen. Not everyone can shake their fear so easily like you." 

"..msorry." The younger girl pouted."I just...just...the Demon of the construction site, I just wanted to show my buddies. So they could say I wasn't that useless."

Miro frowned, before retracting his hand. His eyes fixated himself on the thinker. "Well then. I'm not a very talkative person, and I might sound rather coarse at times. I've been aimed today twice with weapons and my side is killing me for a fumbled landing earlier. But I feel that I don't my soapy life story whole, it won't be understood." His eyes rested on the figure of the thinker.

"I'm told you're a crack of the intelligence and the smart stuff. Tell me, doesn't my face... despite being a little bruised, seem familiar to you? That's because I'm the elder brother of Olga, one of your comrades." He stared at the ceiling, lost in reminiscing.

"Mother told me to take care of her, before the Life-0 killed her. And then some marauders killed my father. I did my best to be a good brother. We were taken in this country as war orphans. And It appeared she was going to be adopted." Miro said reminiscing.

"She was, but into your project. For years I was kept in the dark. I was discarded as a byproduct, became a street urchin. Some martial artist took me under his wing. I was so full of rage back then. But he reformed me. He even made me a renowned fighter in the ring before passing from this world."

Miro breathed deep. "That's when I found out about Olga. I saw her, chased into a construction site, chased by a SWAT team. She was my  sister, I had to help her. This world is so fucked up. It's dog eat dog." Miro's words choked a little.

"I killed every single last of them. Well, not really. Olga shot the last one." His eyes became a little teary. "And then she...was cut to ribbons. By one of the Seeker things. I..."

Beatrix eyed Miro and he seemed to sniffle and tremble a little. She bit her lip, her eyes fixated on her. Miro never talked about this, but the circumstances demanded it. She had done it now.

"I...attacked that thing. I drove a jackhammer in the face until it stopped flailing. But...Olga still died. I couldn't save her. I almost did it, but I couldn't." He clenched his fist, trying to refrain himself from showing how much of a mess he was. "Somebody has to take responsability for all what they did to my sister. To all of you. Beatrix thought it was a good idea to show you girls you're not alone in this."

He paused. "And I'm done brooding in my gym, feeding stray girls pancakes. So why not humour Bea and make a little entrance? Even though I knew this would suck."