“Used…” he repeats softly, thinking of Yuu, and the humans that cruelly experimented on him… Unbidden, his hand clenches into a fist, knuckles pressing against the kitten’s fur. “You were an orphan, then?”

Damn it, he really doesn’t want to feel any sympathy toward this girl… even if she isn’t human. There are some powerful common traits between them. He can’t help but feel… well, something toward her.

“Flower.” Fitting. Mikaela lifts the kitten to his face, and stares at it for a few seconds. Trying not to sound too invested or interested, he casually asks, “Do you live here? With her.”