When Miles came to their home with a Machina child following behind, Voqzen couldn't help but be amused. The boy was probably trying to learn more about Machina, given their attachment to each other. And looked like he found a child to be friends with, even!
"Grandpa! This is Menyx!" Miles came running up to him, a wide grin on his face. "Do you know Menyx?"
"Ah, Miqol's youngest." So maybe he wasn't trying to learn more about the Machina, given how out of the loop poor little Menyx could be. "Are you two having fun, then?"
"Yeah!" Miles grin just grew as he spoke. "I thought I would bring them here so they could see our house! I hope that's okay."
He ruffled his hair and chuckled. "So long as you don't try to play tag. We both know there's no room for that as is, much less with a Machina Pod in the room."
"I know, I know!" Miles stuck his tongue out. "Well, I'm gonna show Menyx my room now! I'll talk to you later!"
With a small goodbye from Menyx and a wave from Miles, the two were off to do Meyneth knows what. That was fine, though. All Voqzen wanted was to see Miles grow to be strong and happy. If friends were what that took, he was happy to encourage it.
He had noticed just how communal Homs could be - just as communal as Machina were. They didn't do well without others, so… Well, Voqzen's resolve to watch Miles grow big and strong just became more apparent.
He had to survive for the boy, no matter how hard it may be. His will was there, and the parts he may need to replace were available, so he would. He swore to himself he would be there through all of his best and worst moments. All the important years for a Homs child…
He just needed to figure out just what those years were. Maybe he would react out to some Homs as Miles reached out to Machina. They both could learn more about each other's culture and become all the wiser for it. How nice that would be…
"It seems he's starting to surpass me in that regard." He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. "Perhaps I should start looking for Homs to help me out, then."
Now that everything from the war to the Rift was dealt with, there were sure to be plenty of Homs willing to help him. It was just a case of finding some! Maybe he would ask Miles later about adults he trusted.
And, if all else failed, these Homs had various 'heroes'... One of them was sure to have all the information he would need. Ah, so much to plan for and so little time. Miles was getting bigger and bigger by the days, after all. Sometimes he swore the boy grew each time he blinked…!
Miles and Menyx came back out, Miles informing him they planned to play outside for a while longer, and he gave a small wave. Ah, well, that was one thing he knew. Homs children, like Machina children, were full of energy.