[ It's not as though Mizuki wants everyone to be upset with him. The opposite - he wants everyone to be happy. But, isn't it much easier if everyone is mad at him instead of Irene? Isn't it easier if he's the common enemy so the heroes can stay together? Mizuki wouldn't ever be alone, anyway. Genesezoic would make sure of that.

But he doesn't want to leave Elsword or Add behind. He's pretty sure if they hated him, it might actually crush his heart.

Elsword's cold fingers run over his knuckles and Mizuki just ends up staring at their hands for a while. Part of him wants to fuss over Elsword, tell him that it's way too cold and that he really needs to keep exposed skin under the blankets. They might not have a space heater, but Mizuki can go grab his undying lantern for some amount of heat, maybe? That would require moving, though, so… nevermind. That's off the table.

The part of him that wins is the part that is all too observant of how Elsword's skin feels. How rough his fingers are, yet how gentle the touch is anyway. How much smaller Mizuki’s hands are than his, and somehow how perfectly that means they fit. Mizuki’s hands aren’t warm by any means either, but there’s still something incredibly sweet about this that makes it feel like they are. He squeezes Elsword’s hands then very gingerly guides them under the covers once he’s realized he’s been staring for far too long. ]

…I was never in any danger. She didn’t explain herself well back there — she just wanted to know the color of Our blood. If it was red, she wouldn’t have reacted that way. She even would’ve apologized…

…Elsword, we all see people differently. Our experiences shape us. You are a hero, you want to see the best in people. You see good in Us.

Were it up to Us, We would fix that Illuminous Phenomenon for you, too.