[h3][color=6ecff6]Miyako[/color][/h3]
[i]Resolution - 3rd Ward - Hana's Clinic[/i]
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With the focus of the conversation drifting slightly away from Mi at the moment, she took the opportunity to wipe her cheeks and attempt to recover herself mentally. From her experience, albeit limited for this particular scenario, her next words were crucial to survival. Although it might be tough to actually convince the others to spare Mi and let her go, sometimes all she needed was to stall long enough to make an escape. The only case that it came down to this was the latter as Mi was stuck severely wounded by that Vatican agent. Surviving that night had changed Mi after that. It was the moment she convinced herself to devote her eating habits to be a full Kakuja and ever since, she regretted it. She had almost no control at times and the only counter she had was just to avoid certain situations, which was almost impossible to do as a Ghoul. At the moment, Mi's captors didn't know anything about her, and they were going to ask, so Mi had to be ready to explain herself. To explain all of it.

Takumi's wild waving broke her out of her thoughts and she focused in on him. It was bewildering to hear his calm, patient questions despite only minutes ago they were at each others' throats. Not only that, he asked if she were alright first, to which Mi nodded showing a bit of apprehension about all of his initial questions. It was rare for her to encounter someone with sincere kindness but Takumi was pretty convincing at the moment. He spared her, fed her, and saved her again. Still, Mi was about to trust some stranger right after a first meeting, especially after the one they just had.. However, there was definitely a kindling of something in Mi that put her slightly at ease, bordering happiness even, that it was him talking to her. 

Miyako gingerly repositioned herself up so she was sitting upright against the wall. Smoke continued to escape out her wounds but the volume had decreased noticeably enough. Her right arm was still broken, maybe something that would have to be set later, but she could still move her fingers as she swirled them around in the pool of her own blood. One whole side of her body was still sticky with wet blood but she didn't notice, nor care at the moment. Instead, her eyes dropped to watch her fingers swirl as she tried to think of how to respond to Takumi. What did she want here? Information, but how would that look if she tried to explain she just lost control when she just wanted to ask a question? Not good. 

[color=6ecff6]"I have just returned from overseas. I didn't want trouble but I was just hungry and my Kakuja doesn't like that."[/color] Partially true. Mi had arrived only two days ago and she hasn't really eaten a human since she arrived but she did take a few bites out of those Ghouls from last night, but it was true that hunger did encourage her Kakuja. [color=6ecff6]"I just wanted to find help so I followed a Ghoul here."[/color] Her eyes lifted to meet Itsuki's. Now with her no longer dying, she could focus again. His scent, his Rinkaku. That was definitely the Ghoul her Kakuja fought last night. [color=6ecff6]"I didn't want to sneak in so came in during the day. I didn't know humans were running in and out of here, too..."[/color] Mi sort of let herself trail off there. It probably wouldn't be good to explain that just the smell of humans could trigger her Kakuja. [color=6ecff6]"But I didn't harm any of them down there! I came up here to find other Ghouls first!"[/color], Mi quickly added figuring this was important to establish that she was capable of control. If Mi were to be honest, she was surprised that her Kakuja didn't just lash out and eat all those people. A clinic might be the worst place for her to be as the smell of humans and their injuries was just ripe. However, the smell didn't permeate much up here. In fact, the only reason she snapped was... Her eyes lift Itsuki and went to Takumi. He wasn't a full Ghoul. His one-eye and the smell of human on him... Now Mi felt a guilty that she was psuedo-blaming him and for the previous thoughts of eating his probably delicious flesh....

[color=6ecff6]"Things to avoid? Fighting. My Kakuja likes it. Otherwise as long as I'm fed a lot. I'll be fine." [/color] A lie. There were plenty of triggers for her Kakuja but she couldn't admit that. Wait. What did that question mean and further, what did her answer imply? Was she going to be kept here? Did she actually want to stay here? Judging from how quick was to answer, it seemed like it, didn't it? [color=6ecff6]"I'm sorry... about everything, including the children." Mi glanced over to the younger ones, obviously the children implied. To be honest, she, personally, didn't care that much about them but she felt like owed it to the others, especially Takumi, to care enough. Her eyes scanned each person present. What was going to come next, she wondered. [color=6ecff6]"My name is Miyako. I hope I can be forgiven.."[/color] This last bit kind of sounded out of no where, but it was really an attempt to sell herself in a way. It was like the whole adage where if you name something, you are more hesitant to kill it. Although Mi had doubted she wasn't going to killed, there was still a risk of her being subjected to some more nefarious things, in which case, she hoped to avoid that.