To a casual query, Miyu seemed to be in shock, and for an instant, one and only, Michio wondered if perhaps he shouldn't have come. If it was too soon, despite everything, and this was only making things worse. But she was his sister. And he would not abandon her to be alone in this.

The flower was carefully laid on the table next to the set of chairs, and his hands returned to laying delicately on his knees. Michio watched her--watched and saw all the similarities that said this was the sister he had been close with since her birth, but also saw. Also noticed the differences. This look was... foreign. "Tell me," he spoke, quiet and intent. "Tell me what I can do to help you through this."