[The anger eating up inside him festers and boils as she goads him, and his body moves to action before his mind even realizes it. Twisting his palms together, a bright, intricate pattern glowing beneath his feet, he pulls his sword out from it's hiding place, blue flames licking across it's surface. If he was a crueler person, he'd aim it for her throat, demanding the answers he needed, promising her a fate equal to his cousin. But for as incensed as he was, he wasn't that heartless of a boy, and the small part of him that still cared about Mio despite her current behavior kept his hand where it was.

Still, he grips the sword in front of him, not moving to attack but promising retaliation if she tried anything. His weapon had more than one use, after all.]

I could, if i absolutely had to. It's how I found you, after all.

But I want you to take some responsibility for this, Mio. If you loved my cousin as much as you claimed you did, then you at least owe his family that much.

[It's a low blow, for sure, but her flippant attitude left little to be desired.]

And if you still refuse to do so, then I'm calling the police.