"So....," Shikio hesitated, trying to find the right words for what was on his mind. For everything he wanted to say, for everything he felt. It had to be just right; it was only fair that his mother understand what he was trying to say without misunderstanding a single word. It wasn't as hard as he thought to find them, not hard at all.
"Does that make me Shikio Kastle-Arclight?"
Those words carried numerous emotions with them. Hesitation, a reluctance to fully open up to his mother just yet. He may have hurt a good friend just to have this time with the woman before him, but that didn't mean he was ready to truly forgive what had happened to him. There was still that chasm he needed to cross, a darkness he could not yet fly over. He was, after all, just a fledgling starting to grow into his wings. There was also acceptance, one echoed by the warm glow in his eyes, those seas of crimson that had once been such a beautiful shade of pink. It was a love that radiated from his being, the sort that could only be felt by a child towards their mother or father.
It all meant one thing in the end. Shikio was ready to go home, to say goodbye to Silvers House. It was......it was an odd feeling. Was this what the other orphans had felt when their times had come? Even though he had an inkling of where he belonged, Shikio was still attached to that building he had grown up in. There were so many memories connected to it. Those times he had fallen out of trees, times when the matron of the orphanage would clean fresh scrapes caused by his various misadventures. She was as much a mother to him as Rio was, but he needed to leave someday. Whether it was due to his age causing him to set out to forge his own way in life or a miraculous adoption, Shikio knew he would have to leave someday. He just never expected it would come so soon.
"Can I......can I really go home with you? I've always wanted that, you know. More than anything in the world."