[i]Ike did not hesitate as he accepted the AR-15, cautiously holding awkwardly in his arms. He held it as he saw other people hold guns, for the moment not aiming anywhere in particular. He didn't seem to question the fact that Victoria was a sharpshooter and his real mother wasn't - and, even if his eyesight was to be repaired, Ike had never seen his real mother's face. The only motherly figure he would ever see if he had normal eyesight would be Victoria. The boy looked down at the weapon in his hands, before looking back at Victoria, his expression inquisitive. After all, he knew nothing about guns; he was bound to have questions.[/i] "How do I use it?" [i]He asked simply.[/i]