Michael's brow furrowed at the girl's strange reaction.<br/><br/>The lack of light increased, thus casting her even further into shadow. The gloom behind him matched the darkness in her eyes. He sighed. Just once, he would love to find a like-minded individual in this god-forsaken place. Instead, it seemed that only the younger, darker patients would associate with him. Perhaps they were attracted to the light in his soul. Michael had lost count of the number of times that patients here had tried to consume his untainted essence. Ravenous spirits and gaping maws of evil filled this place. He was one of the few patients here that did not have that unholiness in his mind...yet. Keeping it out was his goal in coming to this place, all those many years ago. Unfortunately, by seeking to protect himself from the grasping talons of lunacy, he had instead immersed himself in their midst.<br/><br/>Perhaps this one was different. Perhaps she was only quiet and depressed, not brooding and evil...Perhaps he was optimistic to a fault.<br/><br/>Wondering why the young woman still hadn't responded, he cocked his head to the side and asked "Is everything alright? Can you even hear me?"<br/><br/>Somewhere in the back of his mind, he chuckled. Of course she wasn't "alright". Why in God's name would she be here if she was "alright"?