Way out of reach. Well, Colin certainly stood over the woman in front of him. The man was well over seven feet tall, after all. His face fell at the news. "…Dammit." His face audibly changed, as he looked back at the house, before resting his back against it. His relationship with Mirja, while not the most… devoted, had at least been something he looked at as positive. They had had their ups and downs, but overall she was someone he was glad existed in the world. …And so another person like that falls.
He was silent as Ulv continued to talk. His eyebrows widened quite a lot as she continued to speak. "Your… what?" His eyebrows furrowed a bit, and his gaze moved side to side in confusion. He tilted it completely to one side as she gestured to her golden gauntlets, which seemed… extremely uncomfortable in this pacific sun. For his part, Colin was dressed in a T-shirt with the name of an ancient band lost to time, worn and torn in multiple places from the lengths he had to go to get it. Around his legs he wore a pair of cargo pants, held together by a large belt that had quite a lot sticking out on one end, thanks to how small his waist was.
And of course, there was his tilly/fisherman's hat, resting on his back from the brown string that looped around his neck.
"You got… her soul?" Colin paused for a moment, trying to understand what exactly she was saying. "So you're like… a Ziamichi…? And… Mirja's soul is… inside of you?" He tried unravelling exactly what her statement was based on what he knew about the world. "Sorry, I… need a minute."
The man breathed in, and then out again. He slumped onto the ground, his long legs sticking out as he rested one hand on his knee. He was next to a hut on a beach in the middle of the Pacific; he certainly had no reason to keep ceremony. The reality that Mirja was… dead, and that her soul had been… transplanted was a lot to swallow. "…How did it happen?" He asked at length, looking back up at Ulv. "And… who are you, then? Before she was put inside of you, anyway."
Colin may have been a Vizard with a legendary level of power… but he also was a mild-mannered man. He could lead when he needed to, he could get up close and personal, he was not afraid to bare his teeth. But if he had the choice, he would prefer to just go with the flow, like a bird riding the wind.
"…Did she have a family? Are they okay?"
That was the next question that he had to ask, his eyes turning back to Ulv's muscular frame. She certainly looked nothing like the woman who had broken his wrist previously. She also, physically, looked like she could snap a bean-pole shaped person like Colin as if he were a twig.
At this point, Colin was realizing he genuinely had not known that much about Mirja. Sure, we got drunk together and shot the shit, but… she didn't really talk too much about her past. I don't… think she had a family? He tried to remember, but… well, he had drank a lot of alcohol. Fuck… I don't even remember what we talked about. It was all a bit fuzzy to him, even as he turned his face back to answer her last question.
"A reason, huh…? Well… I'm doing alright. I do believe I'm currently unemployed, or am about to be. I think I'll do fine, though. I've got family, as you can hear behind me. As for me and my hollow…"
Colin's words stopped speaking, as he closed his eyes for a few moments… and as he did, a small noise echoed from the back of his head… as a Schlluuuuu-KUNK! sound let itself known to the world. On the side of Colin's head was his bright blue hollow mask.
"Yeah… we're gettin' along alright. He takes me out to the Wastelands once every few months and we just get CRAZY. You should join us!"
The Eagleman shook his head at that, his hand moving back to the base of the mask before smashing into it, the shards cracking and falling onto the ground next to him. "Well… there you have it…" He was clearly still in a somber mood… He did not know how to respond. He needed more information about what had happened to Mirja. Was this person in front of him evil? Were they good? Did they take her soul maliciously? They did not sound malicious - and they had apparently come to check up on him.
Either way, he did not sense any murderous intent from her. He supposed he would wait to decide if she were a threat to him and his…