[ Mizuki reaches a hand out to gently settle it against Vash's shoulder. He wishes he knew how to provide a little more comfort here. He had lost his own family, so surely being empathetic here would come easy, and yet… he has such a hard time with it, overall. But just because he lacks the empathy doesn't mean that he can't show compassion the best he can. ]

Oh, uhm— [ A question that catches him off guard, whoops. It wouldn't be something he'd be so open to talking about, since he'd been told prior not to, but… it's not like it's a secret anymore. Irene made sure of that much. ] We call them "Firstborns", and there's four of them. And there's really no time We don't communicate with Our kin. We are always present.

As for what We are like, it really depends…? Each of the Firstborn hold an ideal that they're meant to uphold. Survival, Reproduction, Migration and Growth. We're supposed to be a collective and have those ideals intertwined with one another, but… We argue about the meaning of that. "My" Firstborn [ Heavy quotations here, as if to suggest that it's not that simple, but he's not trying to make this more complicated for someone who's not part of the Seaborn hivemind. ] is named The Caerula Arbor, representing Growth. …Technically, the Arbor is functionally "dead", but I can still hear its voice sometimes.