Kaito blinked once, than twice. Kalin? Was that his name? For a moment, a few of the images began to make sense. The red hair belonged to big sister....Kaito wrapped his arms around Erza, genuine tears falling down his face. Not the tears of someone who had remembered doing something awful, but the tears of a child who had just woken from a long dream. "Big sister Erza, why did you leave us behind? Jellal said you left because I wasn't useful. Is that true?" Despite having the same Western accent, even Kaito's voice seemed childish and free. It wasn't as cold as the voice of a man who had seen torment and pain, much of which he himself had caused. After all, his mind had only gathered what had happened to him as a child.