Miel sat in silence.
Adam Renier Brazinger.
His meditation was disrupted, his mind spiraling down a well of memories. Every so often he would remember his true name and it would fill him with a rage that was difficult to temper down. Maybe the reason his visage was always so unmoved was precisely because he had gotten so used to burying this name and everything that came with it down into the depths of his soul.
Realizing that his blood wouldn't be calming down any time soon, Miel began to think about the problem at hand. Not only was he worried about his daughter who was making progress that was far too slow in comparison to his expectations, but there was also the issue of this mysterious organization.
Aina seemed to be improving everyday, gaining more thing to add to her own 'moral' code and slowly building up what could be considered to be a 'personality'. But the main issue was that it most definitely wasn't her…
