It was strange. To find himself in a place surrounded by children, some of whom he recognized right away, right with the copy of his own self as a child. As well as Arty’s.
Arty, legally, is not an adult. But she’s still older than her much younger self.
And he has seen her entire life on tape back then. Granted, memorizing every single detail is a colossal task he’s not willing to get into. But… He does vaguely recall seeing her kid self in the tape. It’s not difficult at least.
How much has happened since then…
Honestly? It’s been a little difficult to fully adjust to the change of tone of this car from the previous one, but Vinzent has to press on.
Now…? He’s been content to observe. Mostly his own self. Mostly to remind himself that he used to be happy, carefree. But some people unfortunately had to grow way too quickly for their age. Removing them the real chance of a happy childhood…
Ha. Not like his was perfect either. Even so, his smaller self was spared momentarily from the horror his future self had and will face. Spared of pain. Haha… Ha.
God. He sighs, putting an hand on his face. He wasn’t sure what to think, what to do. But seeing how carefree his own kid self is, running around like nothing’s wrong and then back to drawing…
Again, he’s envious, but like hell he’d voice it. That’s his own problems, not Arty’s, not anyone else’s. No. But he was clearly in deep thoughts, not noticing the teenager nearby who was seeking him out.
