I didn't stay long in the room with Miho. Part of it was because the old man called the end of our little reunion, but I was actually glad that he did. I was heartbroken to see Miho the way she has become. Was I wrong for feeling that way? Did I want her to stay as an unsympathetic killing machine that she was before?
Leaving Miho's 'Thank you Dr. Yang.' behind, we walked to the dining room and sat.
"Coffee?", he asked.
"Yes, please."
"Milk? Sugar?"
"Black. Please."
"I didn't have them anyway."
As the old man put the coffee capsules on the machine, I asked him.
"Has she been like this the moment she woke up?"
"Yes."
"Who does she think you are?"
"She remembers me as someone she's familiar and close to. I told her I was her uncle and she didn't probe any further."
"What's your name?"
"That will cost you an arm and leg."
I put my arm and leg on the table. That made him laugh.
