Same story line as Under The Rain and Questioning.
.Foreign. (Cid & Vincent & Chaos.)
"I thought you were mad at me," I say as I answer the door.
"Yeah, well, kinda," Cid admits. "Anybody home?"
"No, my parents just left. Would you like to come in?" I offer. "Were the other children busy?"
"I don't want to play with them. I don't like them," he tells me. "And I don't think I'm mad, just sorta confused I guess."
"Confused about what?" I ask him.
"My mum says it's not your fault you're weird," he looks very concerned. "She says, and the other neighbours too, they say you mum and dad don't love you."
"Well, not really, no," I say, as if it's nothing. Because it is nothing. I think Chaos has just kicked me in the head. I scowl at him and he disappears back into my mind.
"And you're alright with that?" Now Cid looks shocked.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Because that's terrible! It's not right! You're their son!"
"How does that make a difference? Why would they love me? Love isn't really real, Cid. Don't you know that?"
"You honestly believe that?"
"Of course I do."
"But it's not true!" he wraps his arms around me and squeezes.
"I don't like it when you touch me like that," I admit, trying to push him off. "And it is true. Don't be silly."
"I'll love you," he insists, not letting go. "If nobody else has the decency enough to do it, then I will."