It's What We're Born With

"Talk" Walk

He wasn't sure what to expect with Diablo. Out of the three of them, he seemed to potentially be the most unpredictable. But he couldn't say for certain. He'd have to carefully gauge each of them first. Keep a better eye on them to try and determine if they were like him. It frightened him, honestly. And he wasn't sure what he'd do when it came down to it. "Evening, son. Are you busy?" It was a rhetorical question. Clearly Diablo wasn't busy. He was just sitting there, staring at...well...nothing, it seemed. Ignis closed the distance, gently brushing his childs shoulder as he sat and peered into the darkness for a moment. The only sound he could really hear was the waves outside and their breathing. Drips in the caverns echoed, and somewhere further in he could hear other pirates singing drunken tunes. "I'm sorry if I haven't been spending enough time with you guys." Might as well get that out of the way first, right?