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This one specifically

From the moment he became aware of what she had become, he had aimed to assist. To ease the troubles experience upon making the difficult determination that, from now on, her life would be different. That she would be [lagued forever more by challenges and conundrums that tended to affect mutated creatures like them.

Which had worked, at least for a while, enabling Hinoka to resume some semblance of living, getting back on her feet...at a time when he couldn't. For, as forthcoming as Miguel had been in regards to persisting as something other, he had neglected to divulge much information in terms of specifics regarding his own condition, a struggle further exasperated by negligence and putting the welfare of others before himself.

Thus, in the very sewers where the Society's leader had previously gathered rodents for her to consume, he could be found, howling in blinding agony, thrashing about in the filthy water. Unable to think clearly, he had sought out the deepest hovel to retreat into, separating himself from bystanders who risked being harmed if they crossed him in his current state.

Not that he was any good at hiding, as seen when, despite all odds, a figure had managed to navigate the sewer's maze of tunnels and side paths, track his anguished pleas to their source. And still find reason to approach, in spite of his bright red eyes and trembling limbs. In spite of the fangs that he prominently showcased, points drenched in paralytic venoms... that would soon see usage.