Here they were again, staring at each other. Kai was breathing rather heavily, whether he realized it or not, and Mira had a feeling it was due to the clear damage to his body. It seemed someone or something had gotten a hold of him and put him through hell.<br/><br/>Mira’s eyes were still trying to focus as Kai finally spoke, “You’re alive…good for you.” Their eyes met and nothing but exhaustion reflected back at her. “Good,” she thought to herself, “he deserves it.” But even as she thought that, she felt bad for him. She debated on whether or not she should get out of bed. After all, she and the bed were covered in blood. Kai didn’t move from his position, though he seemed like he was more willing to talk than she was, “So…if you’re gonna kill me, now would be the time…Ghost really did a number on me this time, and I’m gonna be out of commission for a while trying to put myself back together.”<br/><br/>Mira didn’t respond, thought she did entertain the idea of killing Kai. It would be satisfying—but it wasn’t who she was. She wasn’t a killer, not on purpose anyway. If he was so weak, though, maybe she could use the situation to her advantage and try to escape. She stared back at him, trying to keep her face blank. She knew she wouldn’t be able to manage moving quickly enough to do anything. Even if Kai was injured and exhausted, she could still feel the power beneath his skin. He could still kill her without issue.<br/><br/>“I don’t want to kill you. I just want to go home,” she finally blurted out, unable to figure out why she just couldn’t stay quiet. But the words were out, just as they had been before. It was a constant message she had been screaming at everyone. She just wanted to go home. It was obvious that being at PM the past week alone was enough to nearly break her. She had bruises and blood all over her, under her eyes were deep, dark circles, and she had lost some noticeable weight from stress. She looked defeated, if anything.<br/><br/>“Please,” she begged softly, her doe eyes staring back at Kai. If he felt anything, she couldn’t tell, but it didn’t deter her. “I…just want to go home…” By then she had already started to softly cry, trying her best not to break into heaving sobs. Her head was booming and the only thing she could imagine making it feel even slightly better was the comfort of her own bed—the smell of her own sheets and pillow.<br/><br/>“I didn’t ask for any of this…”<br/><br/>Sent from my SM-G930V using Tapatalk