Inigo realizes, the more he looks, the more makes senseâ not literally, of course not, because he refuses to admit to the idea heâd ever forget a daughter he knew about. His head tilts and his eyes raise, looking to the headband secured behind the mass of purple hair, and his eyes get that smallest bit wider, too. Mother. Thereâs the slow dawning of further realization, and when itâs all really put into perspective, itâs just as possible sheâs been pulled from even further in the future than the one he was from.
Or, perhaps, a new future all together?Â
The possibilities really were endless, and the more thought put into it, the more it both made more sense and made no sense whatsoever. Inigo was past the point of caring about the weird timelines and strange occurrences that changed things within said timelines.
Too confusing for someone as one-track minded as him.
âSoleil..â it sounds strange, understandably, but itâs a pretty name. Inigo blinks once, twice, before he offers a smile to hope assuage the awkwardness of this whole situation. He can understand where itâs coming from, at least, because his own situation was similar when arriving in the past. Speaking to parents that had no idea who you were.. it stung, at first. âI wouldnât say that! A little confused, maybe, but this situation isnât all that.. unfamiliar, weâll say.â
âThough, in my personal experience, I was in your position prior,â he rubs at the back of his neck almost sheepishly before leaning to the side, eyes returning to the cloth secured through her hair, âAnd that.. was a gift, I assume? It looks very nice on you. Sort of nostalgic.â
   â You were in... the same circumstances?â
   Confusion replaces discomfort when he mentions being in the same position she was in once upon a time. If he meant encountering his parent in their youth, then it was beyond a coincidence. As impossible as it sounded, traversing through time was apparently something that could be done. This was her Father before he had her, before he married her Mother, before he even went to Nohr-- but he was still himself.
   He spoke as if it was old news. If he had been in this position before her birth, then it was possible that it was an important piece of his largely mysterious past that had only been hinted to her growing up. Even now, at eighteen, he had yet to tell her about what had happened in his youth. Always curious about her Father at her age, and only discovering tidbits about him and her Grandmother, a positive way to look at this situation was a way of learning more about him.Â
   Right, that was the way. Stay positive.Â
   â Oh, right! You gave it to me when I was little-- it was Grandmotherâs, right? Thatâs what you told me then, â she had been so happy then, on one of his rare visits. Memories of staring at it in awe as he placed it on her head came flooding back. Being given a gift was always a joy, but one so special had such meaning. It was a bonus that talking about the memento she wore each day helped her calm down, something she desperately needed.Â
   â You see, when I was growing up, we didnât actually have the chance to spend much time together. It was the same with Mother, too. Any children born were, erm, sheltered, I suppose, to protect them from getting caught up in all that was going on-- is still going on, since I left that behind before coming here. It was really in our best interest! I was glad to be given it and to look after it for you while you and Mother worked for peace with everyone else. â That said, it did result in her growing up a little too fast.Â