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III needed time to think, he had been feeling so alone lately and his mind needed to be set on straight. Being here in Arcadios the Arclight sibling thought he would be rid of all the hurt and pain that always went through his mind.
He was wrong.
And he hated it.
Hating yourself wouldn’t fix the problem, nor would it make it right so he had to carry on without blaming others for what had happened. III also liked to sit up on rooftops when things got him down, or he needed time to think about things without his brothers around.
At times it worked, at times it didn’t but knowing and having them here always made III happy with that fact and so as one dark coloured boot pressed up on a ladder, his clothed arms reaching for the the sides so he could push his small body up; nothing, and not a thought even went through III’s mind as he continued to climb up.
It reminded III of the rooftop of his home back at Heartland, and how much he enjoyed the soft breeze passing through his pink hair. It was relaxing, green eyes fixated on the stairs as he continued to climb and up to the top of the building.
And it was then he realised he wasn’t alone, which at first was something that bothered the pinkette; but secondly he noticed who was dangling his feet on the edge which made him frown slightly.
III had to approach slowly, as he didn’t want to scare the young Tenjo but being here was enough to scare the younger boy since his family was the one that stole him away from Kaito on that day. What to do?
“Hello.” III’s voice was quiet, and calm as he continued to approach to the edge, and bending down to greet the boy with a smile. That was when III had to decide on what to say next to him, and would the Tenjo even remember what the Arclight's, no, Tron's did to him at the time?
“You are Haruto, aren’t you?”
Feet swung gently, heels drumming out a slow rhythm against the wooden slats of the hut as he continued to lose himself in his thoughts. Nowadays, he found that he had much to brood over, and that he had recently come to possess a neverending surplus of thoughts. There were many new pieces of information he needed to sort out; it didn't help that most of it was simply far too vast for someone of his young age to comprehend.
He still remembered how the man with the flowy, white hair had taken him away, though the details afterwards were too complex for him to remember entirely. But something had been wrong, so terribly off, and somewhere along that line between consciousness and darkness, he had registered that whatever was happening to him was hurting him, and it was causing pain for his brother, as well. Haruto could tell, with the vibrant intensity with which his brother had returned his desperate shout.
Everything else was out of the grasp of his recollection.
In short, aside from the appearances of Tron and V, he had yet to properly see the remaining Arclights, nor did he honestly want to, but if he didn't know of their existences, he couldn't go about trying to prevent this in the first place.
He remained quiet at the greeting, but he raised his head, glancing up at the male, and did nothing but stare at him in silence for a good, solid few seconds.
At the inquiry, the boy wordlessly nodded, as wide, yellow eyes focused on III - not in fear, but in slight suspicion.
" Who are you? "
