"I won't," Miku promised. When he hesitated in answering, she had felt a little twinge of fear that he might just add it to a huge chip on his shoulder, one that she'd hoped was breaking down a little bit each day. It made her want to find the person that had done this to him and punch him.

It was possibly the most violent thought Miku ever had in her entire life.

"Anyway, isn't the moral of that story to not judge by appearances? Something like that?" Western fairytales were a little lost on Miku, unfortunately. She was more of a Momotaro girl. She smiled at Steve again and sighed. If the situation were reversed, would he think the same thing? It was something to think about, but not right now. "You don't judge me for the weird things I can do," and they were weird. Weird and harmful, "I wouldn't think about doing the same."