Michiko's POV
"What if it is??" He looked mad, his hair was a tossled mess, his clothes once so pristine neither a wrinkle nor fold out of place was bunched up and fraying, his eyes were sunken, his black eye had healed fairly but was red and blotchy no doubt from being rubbed incessantly, he looked exactly how I felt that moment in the tent, I wanted to comfort him
"It can't be.." I try to close the distance between us but he jumped away
"But it is!!, It might as well be!!"
"How?!"
"I let this happen!!!"
"What?", He's not making any sense, I know he's part of a very influencial family, from his clothes to his conduct I can easily pick out that much but I doubt he had a hand in any of this
