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Migoto slowly opened his eyes as she touched his shoulder. He'd roll to look at her and simply stare for a moment. After his nightmare, her visage was very much a welcomed sight. He smiled warmly. "Good morning, Mira. It's good to see you." Possibly an odd comment, but true nonetheless.

He sat up in bed with his arms on his legs. "How did you sleep? Well I hope. Personally I was plagued with night terrors. Such a silly thing to have happen to a being of such power...but the Boogeyman knows no limit!" He snickered.

"Nervous..." Migoto repeated. He sat for a moment mulling it over in his head; he certainly felt something for the task at hand. "I am. But not because I'm facing a being who truly and utterly defeated me, but rather...because I am also anxious. Anxious to face this man with everything I have an show him all he power at my disposal." He chuckled a bit, looking towards Mira with closed eyes. "I'm scared. Scared of the whole situation."

As she mentioned her idea for drawing Dethblade away from the hospital, he nodded firmly. "An excellent strategy; the further he is from that place the better I believe we will fair. I'm not sure why he's so hellbent on claiming that building, but...hm..." Migoto opened his magenta eyes, the colored rings brimming with energy. "Perhaps there is something...or someone..."

Migoto nodded once more. "Does it not make sense for there to be one within that facility in which he cares for? Surely there is something in that building he values, and what more value is there than that of one's life, or their soul?" Migoto chuckled a bit, then shrugged. "Or he could just be a soulless monster hellbent on prioritizing a hospital for monstrous reasons. But...perhaps it's worth an investigation?"

Migoto then looked to the window in their room, focusing on the small rays of light that flew in. "...let's go have breakfast. In the chance this is my last day in this world, I wish it to be one worth living. What better way to do that than a good meal with my friend?" He'd then look to her with a smile. "I do not think we're on a strict time limit, are we?"

Migoto floated effortlessly over to his shoes, not a care in the world other than what delicacies might soon fill his stomach. Shoes on and out the door, Migoto would forgo walking for instead leaning back slightly and hovering with his arms in his pockets, a content smile on his face.

"The girl? The name "Nimm" rang out when I referenced her to you, though from who's mind I cannot recall. But, I know she is sick, and if one were to come in contact with her...well that simply needs to be avoided at all costs. The word "plague" comes to mind in close proximity to her name...and she is indeed a patient. Do you think she may be our key?"

Migoto soon stopped dead in his tracks; the overwhelming smell of something caught his attention. An outdoor bakery with all sorts of fresh goods wasn't far off, and from what Migoto could tell, the cafe next door to it was running a sale if you bought from one store than the other would be half off. "Mira...those pastries have holes in the center. Why is that? Would it not be better to fill them with something? Are they scamming us?" He fired off curiously about a donut he saw someone eating.

Just as Migoto was about to bite into his doughnut, he'd notice a small girl sculking around. She seemed...dirty? That seemed to be the only word to describe this vagrant child dressed in rags that seemed to be eyeing everyone with intention. Migoto merely blinked, staring at her. "..." He remained quiet for a moment, then smiled. "I'm unsure what goes with these marvelous creations; I place the fate of my tastebuds in your capable hands." He offered Mira a smile, then pointed to the child. "And something for her, please."

While approaching the child, Migoto pulled the doughnut apart into two pieces and held one out towards the girl. He watched as she timidly began to approach him. She snatched the food from his hand and eyed him for a moment, causing Migoto to laugh. "Do not bite the hand that feeds, child. Eat - you'll need your strength for the next phase of your journey!" The girl, unsure just what he meant, ate nonetheless.

Migoto happily took his two donuts and bit into one while looking down at the girl, watching as she accepted the box. He then looked to his partner-in-kindness curiously his own self.

"Who are you guys?" The girl asked as she took the box.

Migoto looked back to her in surprise, then knelt down with a smile and whispered into her ear. "We're angels, divine beings of goodness sent here to aid kind souls like yours." He'd then stand and chuckle at the shocked look on her face before shooing her. "Go now, child. There are only two of us and a world of people!" With that the girl looked to Mira, smiled, then looked back to Migoto and nodded, quickly zooming out the door.

"Could you sense it, Mira? The impending doom that resonated from that child? A shame one so young is going to be snuffed out so soon..." He revealed while he munched away at his donut, slowly drifting into one of the seats to enjoy his meal, his smile never fading.

Migoto finished eating his food, gulping down the last bite and hummed happily. He then looked to Mira and sighed. "She is weak. Very weak. I was curious, and so I delved into the child's mind. She has a terminal illness developing within her, an infectious one that will no doubt spread to many others. But it's in its incubation stage, malignant."

Once he was issued the questions, he'd gain a quizzical look for a moment, then look back to Mira. "That girl. If she is allowed to live, she will let loose a brand new plague upon these people. Many will die, and many more will become severely ill. So shall I pity her, and why? For her age; do many more not die in the womb every moment, never to see the light of day? Or shall I pity the mother whom dies curing birth, never to see her child grow? Perhaps I should pity the child for her curse; she cannot feel it. Will not feel it until the end is upon her. But those that contract her curse are doomed to slow, painful deaths or abominable existences. Do I pity those that contract the curse; are there not billions more across this galaxy suffering their own trials and tribulations?"

Migoto sighed and looked down, eyes closed. "The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few...this is not far from my philosophy. The girl dies, hundreds; thousands; more are saved. The girl lives, and not only does she die, but those many more do. Perhaps it is sad, and certainly unfortunate, but it is what it is: reality. And what of you...of I? Let me ask you this: have we any right to live, more than anyone else? You know the answer to be yes; of course. We are youthful, yet wise. We are powerful, yet kind. We are subjective, but just. We must live, Mira. It's survival of the fittest; adapt or die. That girl cannot adapt, and so she must die. She is not fit to survive."

Soon, a woman would rush into the store begging for someone to help a little girl that had collapsed, her eyes never again to open. Migoto's would, however, giving off a heavy violet glow. "Her last memories were of kind strangers, delicious food, and something to look forward to. She parted this world without pain. Without fear, or sorrow, or regret. Just the memory of the woman that saved her from starvation. From pain and agony." Migoto watched as a man carried the girl's body nearby through the window and shook his head. "Fear not Death. If you live a life worth remembering, then forever in the annals of history will you be immortalized anyway."

Migoto then looked back to Mira, his eyes settling back to normal. "I'm sorry, that was very long-winded, wasn't it? Allow me to try once more...a life is worth to me as much as a person's ability to contribute. We are all worth the value of our own survivability factor in conjunction with our ability to adapt. Does it matter who the life belongs to...of course." He then frowned. "I suppose we're all a little bias...none of us perfect. None of us want to lose the ones we care about, and so we enhance their factors with the addition of our own through intervention. For example, you and I working together greatly increases our score. As for whether they are human, or anything else...I must be bias once more I am afraid. You see, your average human is weak. Powerless. Doomed to live out their existence with little to no worldly benefit. But us? Those of us who are enhanced? We are progress. We're the next step in evolution of mankind. We are what happens when mankind adapts!" He then smiled again.

Migoto laughed. For a moment it was all he could do. He looked out the window once he calmed down. "I will respect your wishes Mira, you have my word. I never meant to offend, only help." He looked to her now with a smile still painted across his lips. "I suppose moral ethics are not yet my strong suit, but perhaps in your company I'll develop the ability to be a proper judge and jury, as it is quite obvious I make and excellent executioner...admittedly, I...I believe this power is somewhat intoxicating."

"Then use it." A voice emerged from him, entirely separate of his own or even Feign's. Migoto's smile would quickly fade as his head began to feel as though it were in a vice. His eyes would not only regain their previous glow, but along with the violet rings would come golden orbs behind them. "Show her your power, Migoto. Show her what you were meant for!" The voice roared again, causing people to take notice of note just the displayed voice, but Migoto's mannerisms.

"Hey lady, is your friend alright?" Asked another patron. The man that had carried in the girl was glaring at Migoto, eyes locked on to him with teeth nearly grinding. "Power? What kinda power you got, son?" Asked the man. "Girl up n' dies in the street, disembodied voice starts makin' demands, and here's you all huddled in a ball with glowin' eyes...this all cause of you?" He inquired.