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*The wall behind the creature becoming engrossed in shadows, allowed the beast to partially retreat some. Part of the back and the hand were still visible, but one would note... there was no blood. So perhaps the way it functioned was beyond current comprehension, or perhaps something else drove this beast. It didn't seem to like the cold either, and of course it so happened that Tyrsais worked with ice, not so lucky for the creature. For the momemt Thanatos would go unnoticed, as the creature continued to shake off the pain from the cut delivered by the vampire*

*Up in the master bedroom, Micha began to stir under his cover slightly. There was no sound in the room of his siblings, so they must have left, meaning things were much the way they were before the attack started. The only real difference for the moment was that Fenton was curned up next to the boy somewhere on the outside of the cover, and Mastema was there to, at Nana's side helping her to recover. Micha on the otherhand didn't have that luxury, he had no support right now and if he wanted to leave would either require Zio's services, a family member's aid, or he'd have to move painfully about with what energy he had. If the last was the option chosen, if the boy got hurt while trying to move elsewhere, he'd probably remain at the site of injury most likely unable to continue on. Micha had not yet noticed Mastema or Fenton, probably due to his lack of energy and awareness for the time being*

Micha: . . .

*Micha would probably remain in this state of being groggy for a few minutes at the least. In that time, the boy would probably try to figure out what to do with himself. Should he stay where he was or should he go elsewhere? It was warm and comfortable where he currently appeared to be, and his mother was at his side resting and recovering. He was still a bit sleepy but that was what he was shaking off now that he was concious again. If he stayed, what would he do? If he left what would he do? Micha was probably hungry aswell, but did he have the energy to make it to the cafeteria, let alone the strength the fix himself something to eat? The debating would probably continue on for a short time yet, and still he hadn't become aware of Mastema. Being caught between sleep and alertness had its disadvantages, but at the very least, being in a safe place that didn't matter as much*

Micha: . . .

*It would take a minute more before there was any reaction from Micha. He'd probably realized upon hearing Mastema's voice, that he was not as alone in the room as previously thought. Mastema had been the one to injure Micha, despite that the boy would slowly reach for the flask and straw, then withdrawl both under the cover. Perhaps now he was too warry of not listening to Mastema, should he be hurt again because of it. Then again it could have been for other reasons aswell. For all anyone knew, Mastema could have been testing an experimental liquid on Micha, or he really could have been helping. Either way it would be another five minutes before the flask was seen again for Mastema to retrieve*

Micha: . . .

*Mastema needed to spend more time with the children, in a way it seemed sad that the only way he ever would spend any time with them, was when they were taking up spaces he himself would rather be. If the children saught the attention then it was given, though at times it seemed if only to settle the child so Mastema could get back to working. If requested upon, then it would be given, if it got them out of his way it was given, if he would rather be alone it would be given and they would be sent on their way. In one way the attention was a route to gainning the children's loyalty for later on in life. It was something for Micha to ponder, without a doubt. The only real "affection" he'd received for quite some time, and the patting of his head the one time he was in the Mind with Mastema didn't count. Just what the liquid in the flask was, Micha didn't and couldn't know. It could hold some sort of affect over the boy at a later time, or it really could just be a one time energy boost. Either way Micha was slowly starting to feel a bit better*

Micha: . . .

*Practice his sign language? A new request made by Mastema that Micha may or may not follow. Actually all of the children probably needed to brush up on that subject. It had litterally been half their lifetime since they were last in a lesson. A refresher course would probably be required, so maybe when Thanatos sat down with all of the children, he could work on that with them. Micha stayed in his place for the moment, he was feeling better but Mastema was still doing what ever it was he might call affection or comforting and so Micha stayed in place. Slight static build up would probably make the boy's wings tingle, a feeling he'd never encountered before*

Micha: . . .

*How Micha would receive Mastema's words indeed. At the least, telling the boy he could completely destroy him, probably didn't sit to well. Having such powers, Mastema could sway almost anyone to the point that they'd never disagree with him. But then what would the point be of gaining an individual opinion? If it wasn't liked it would be changed? It was all speculation of course but not far fetched. As for any possible physical acts of disagreement, well..... Focht would be just one example of what could happen, and Micha himself had once witnessed Kaiori's torture. Just how much Mastema's words had sunk in, who could say. "Your life is in your hands"? That wasn't exacly true, Micha wasn't completely alone, he and his siblings had others to look to, at least for now. They were still but children, how could their lives be turned over to them so soon when they didn't know enough to survive on their own? It was true that there were some things that needed to be done by oneself, but that was just inevitable. "At the very least, you must ensure that you survive to an age of independance", again at this point it was asking a little much. Not even a year old and it seemed he was being told to do everything on his own, including attepts to gain attention, or he'd simply be left to fend for himself until he passed without notice. It was surely something for the boy to deeply think about, hopefully not being taken the wrong way. There would be little to no movement from Micha as Mastema's words sunk in, and there was no telling what kind of effect if any that it would have*

Micha: . . .