[i]Vance turned his face towards the boy, who had begun to stir. He didn't reply to Victoria as the boy opened his eyes; they were an aqua color, filled with the same emotions all Contractees eyes were filled with. A great amount of sorrow, sadness, anger, hatred, tolerance. Upon closer inspection, his hair, which looked brown from a distance due to the amount of dirt and mud the covered it, was actually a pale blond color. As he turned his face towards the Vance and Victoria, his eyes looked confused, as though he was searching for something. After, after a while, he spoke.[/i] "... where's my mom...?" [i]He asked slowly; his voice was soft, quieter even than Vance's. He turned his face to stare at Victoria; it was almost as though he couldn't actually see her face, just... her.[/i] "Are you my mom?" [i]Vance was silent for a moment, looking at Victoria from the corner of his eyes.[/i]