Mikage does not look away from him -- the intent gaze never wavers. The faint chirpings that can be heard outside make Wakaba's little room seem a little more airless, a little more confining.

'Well what?' he says, with the same placid, slightly detached air. 'You could do something about it, had you a fragment of our power.'

Our power. But in this room, at this moment...my power.