It was disconcerting, having that thing speak to him, but reassuring all in the same breath. If it spoke, it meant it had some semblance of intelligence. It could be reasoned with, it could be spoken to, it made it seem less like a monster. To an extent. Mitsuru could only blink at it, and he really wondered if looking at the girl was any better. Eerie, those sunken eyes.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, eh, start anything." Smack some backbone into her? Was such a thing even possible? Normally, they tended to avoid him when it came to that sort of work. Boosting the self-esteem of others wasn't usually in his job-description. "You can let go of her now."