What you're saying still doesn't make sense to me. And, usually, I would be okay with that. I mean, it'd be your opinion, after all. If you wanted to act as yourself and live as yourself with no care for what anyone thought, then that's okay.

[ flat frowns, brows knit in thought as he considers the situation. it's a bit tricky, because they're all things that he can see miach saying. however... ]

But you're not Miach, are you? You're just possessing her. So I'll only accept that if it comes from Miach herself.

[ he sticks his hand into his hoodie pocket, pulling out a kitchen knife. ]

This isn't a threat, but I guess you could say it's a warning? Ah, or maybe it's a request. Anyways-- please leave Miach's body. Or else I'll either stab myself or I'll stab her. Either way, it's going to hurt for the both of us.