He starts better Miu, his stare becoming somewhat vacant as dozens of memories come to the front of his mind at Ginko's words. He doesn't completely know how long he was in there, but he knows that it must have been years. He had no sense of time, besides day and night, and he had never managed to keep track of how they passed. Things had been too scattered, after what she'd done to him shortly after his arrival.

"Were you... her..." He pauses, remembering asking Rita the same question. Was Ginko also her child? Does that mean they were related? He's not sure. "She... She was supposed to be my mom."

The betrayal there is obvious. He had expected a lot thing of her that simply hadn't been true, up to including any expectation of love or compassion. She had been gentle, even affectionate at times, but... that only made everything surrounding it worse. Her kindness was harder to bear than he cruelty, because it forced him to know how they could both exist at the same time.

He scoops Miu into his arms, then, holding her carefully. It's clear that he needs to hold onto something, desperate for physical comfort.