✿ A coincidence? Or was it fate? The girl knitted her brows, foraging through her memories- yes, she had come down with a terrible fever around the age of four or five, as her mother had recounted to her time and time again. She’d been left bedridden by her illness, and every doctor they visited would hand out a different diagnosis; fever, flu, pneumonia… at one point, she’d even been hospitalized.
For a while, her family feared that she was dying, and there was nothing to be done about it, no treatments that would bring her relief. It was practically a miracle that she’d survived at all. Mio nodded slowly, “Yes, I have.” Even if she couldn’t remember those days that had long since passed her by, her family would never be able to rid themselves of those scars.
They’d also told her that she’d made up an imaginary friend to cope with her own loneliness at the time, since she was unable to play with any kids around her age. Even after she’d made a full recovery, she still clung to「UNDER PRESSURE」fervently. And if Luca was to be believed, this mysterious illness very well could have been the source of all her woes.
“Is that… a bad thing?” Mio questioned aloud beneath the bespectacled man’s cold gaze. “To have a Stand, I mean.” Her polite way of asking whether or not they were going to kill her.
Luca almost decided to leave her without an answer, he simply couldn’t be bothered answering a question he didn’t have a straight answer to. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses around as he did. Eventually he came up with what he thought would be a half decent answer.
“Yes, it would be a bad thing.” He started bluntly, giving Mio is typical hard glare “Our stands have been handy in some cases, but they draw too much attention and now we’ve been finding people who also have these abilities and many haven’t shared our, motivations...” Luca had clearly had enough of dealing with the girl, after he had finished talking he promptly left without another word, almost like a disappointed parent.
An Air of discomfort fell over the group for a moment, Harper eventually breaking the silence, “Well, looks like its getting pretty late we should find somewhere for you to sleep.” His voice was tired, of all things dealing with this girl had exhausted him. “I think there’s a spare room somewhere, it’s probably small though.”
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