Aberdeen City, thirteen years prior
"Bomb it!" Twelve-year-old Althea told her teammate, Ansel, who happily obliged by throwing the bomb to their virtual enemies.
Their enemies naturally all died, and Althea looked very happy.
"Wow…"
Garan, who happened to be watching them play, felt complicated.
Did she love bombs so much because she was almost—
He glared at the brat who introduced her to such unhealthy games.
Ansel: …
Anyway, after their game, the teenage Garan couldn't help but pull Althea somewhere to talk (though not without sending a small glare at Ansel, who shivered for his life).
"What is it?" She asked, and Garan wondered how to tell her without sounding overbearing.
"..."
"Garan?"
Garan couldn't speak immediately. He just had a nightmare the night before, where Althea—who had now entered her teenage years, the supposedly rebellious stage—looked at him in distaste.
