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"I...don't think so," he answered, recalling the woman at the top of the stairs. But who knew? He was less ready to dismiss things he didn't think made sense nowadays - most things didn't! "I was an archangel. But maybe I could talk to one of them sometime?"

"Stefan tries to help too, but..." Mik shook his head. "It doesn't actually help much. We just have to figure things out for ourselves, I guess."

Kedana, Darek, Oriand...once again, Mik couldn't help but wonder just how many siblings Seung had, and how she managed it. It was something he filed away to ask about later. "Do you think it would still be dangerous?"

Would they just find someone else for her to marry? Even if the next one didn't want to kill her, well...that didn't make it much better at all. And for all he knew, Seung didn't actually know her 'fiancee' was dead. He never had told her about that.

Again? They'd tried to take her again? What the hell was with these people? Hadn't they learned their lesson? If he ever had to go back there, he was going to have to talk to that King...or more, if he had to. "Was Han-gyong your, uh...fiancee?"

He really should tell her. At least it would be one less thing for her to worry about.

"Well, um..." The angel looked down at his hands for a moment, and the scar on his left palm. While Seung might feel better to know that she didn't have someone planning her murder anymore, well, there was no telling what she'd think of the fact that Mik had killed him. "He's dead. I killed him."

Alright, so getting that out hadn't been all that hard, but now what was he supposed to do? She didn't seem angry or anything, but she was certainly shocked. What would she think of him now? Even if it had been to keep her safe, he had killed someone - two people, actually. He still didn't know who the other one was, and wasn't going to ask. She didn't really need to know about that.

He stood carefully. "Are you alright?"

It wasn't exactly a 'thank you,' not that he was expecting one. Something about what he'd done upset her - not that Han-gyong was dead, he assumed. It was that he'd killed someone, or that he'd killed someone for her. But what now? He could fight people, even kill them, but how was he supposed to deal with this? Part of Mikhail was terrified that telling her what he had would change things, that he might lose his friend in some way or another. His best friend, his only friend.

"I was looking for you, but I found him," he explained hesitantly. "That's...why I was the way I was." He was more glad than ever that he'd closed the door so that she couldn't see the bodies. Hearing about this sort of thing was one thing, but seeing it? He was sure it would have frightened her.

There was that laugh again, and she was quiet for a moment. He was just figuring that that was probably a bad sign when she whipped around and hugged him. Hard. At the best of times, he would would have been confused at how to respond to such a gesture from anyone other than a kid (actually, he'd have been pretty lost then, too). But at this particular time? It hurt!

The angel froze up and gasped, "Notsohardplease."

Okay, that was better, even if she'd squeezed him harder for a second there. Still all kinds of awkward, but at least she wasn't squeezing anymore. He could live with it as long as she didn't squeeze. He held his own arms halfway up in the air, at a loss of what to do here. Well, not totally, since he knew full well that you were supposed to hug people back, but...

Oh, hell with it. Seung was his friend. After a bit of hesitation, in which he noticed absently that she said 'sorry' very strangely, he hugged her back. "It's alright. Don't worry about it."