He was from the surface? She thought this place was completely cut off from the surface… That was strange. The child’s head tilts to one side thinking it over deeply. She caught the anemo vision and immediately she jumped in delight. “The wind lead you here!” She was sure that had to be why he was here.
Oh… but that wasn’t what he asked. “I live here!” She announced grabbing his hand leading him towards her home. It would be safe there for him. It was safe for her at least. “It’s been a long time since someone called me by my name…” What was it again? She had too many names along the line… Which one was real? Which did she even remember…?
It didn’t matter. She was forgotten, but it seemed the wind found it’s way back to her in an odd way. In the form of a strange man… He didn’t quite feel like he fit the wind he had in his possession either.
“Why are you here? Is something wrong?” Other than the fact that everyone here was frozen in a moment of time, the shades kept alive after death by time. There were the monsters, that was expected, it shouldn’t have drawn surface dwellers here though.
Surface… how long has it been? Years? Centuries? She wasn’t sure anymore. “Oh! But you know… the wind doesn’t fit you…” She told him as she made her way to the ruined building. “Why do you have it?”
His expression is unreadable at the child’s insistence that the wind led him here. He can’t contest that- it did, one way or another, and he feels his throat tighten up as he decides to simply nod.
Aizawa doesn’t offer any protest as the child pulls him along, shaking his head as if to clear the clouds from within it. “So then... you live here alone,” he says cautiously, glancing around. How could a child survive down here alone? What did she eat? The fact that she was capable of speech meant that someone must have been here with her- someone from Watatsumi, maybe? That was how he was able to gain entrance- some ritual they needed to do, which opened the way into this twilit kingdom.
“I’m not sure,” he replies carefully to her first question. “I’m hunting monsters, you could say. There are monsters here. Something might be wrong.”
That’s an easier question to answer than her second one. That one makes his heart leap into his throat. That’s kids for you. So blunt... “It belonged to someone else. I had to take it, after he... couldn’t use it anymore.”