Continuing in the same story line as Under The Rain.
.Questioning. (Cid & Vincent & Chaos.)
He hit me. Not hard, but he punched me in the shoulder. I'm not sure what I've done. "I'm very sorry, Cid," I tell him. He looks confused, so I go on. "I'm sorry for whatever I did to cause you to hit me. I didn't mean to anger you."
He laughs. "No way, man. I was just joking around with ya! You wouldn't tell me your name, so I was just givin' ya trouble for it," he explains. "It didn't hurt though, did it? Cos I didn't mean for it to hurt."
"No, it didn't hurt," I assure him. "I just don't think it matters whether you know my name or not. I don't think you'll want me around once you start playing with the other children."
"But why? You won't even tell me why they won't play with ya."
"I've told you, I don't know why. I'm just too different from them. It's just how things are."
"Well I think that's pretty cheap," he tells me. "I dunno if I really wanna hang out with those kids if they're gonna be mean like that. And if I'm not s'posed to like ya, then I'm gonna need proof that you're too weird."
I shrug and tell him my name.
Chaos tells me that he's a good boy and I should try to keep him as my friend. I wish I could give Cid his proof and save him from the torment of the other children. I really don't know why I'm so different from everybody else. I only know that I am.
He refuses to believe me.