"Mom... did you just kill three people?" [i]The voice was soft, male–one that Victoria would recognize. He sat a few feet behind Victoria, staring up at his adoptive mother with wide eyes. Said eyes were a pale, icy blue, while his hair was a pale blond. His skin was also very pale, from a life within a laboratory. He wore simple clothes; a pair of blue jeans, white t-shirt, along with no shoes. These were clothes very recently bought; before, he had worn nothing but rags. Ike was only around thirteen years of age, and yet he had the eyes and posture of one who had seen and felt countless horrors. Eyes and posture similar to the man who sat a ways away from Victoria, simply watching her train. The man was also one Victoria would recognize. He had a head of shaggy, black hair, along with green pupils, filled with sorrow and sadness. His skin complexion was fair, as he had spent much more time outside than Ike had... but they had similar upbringings. Vance wore clothes different from what r usually did; casual attire, a black shirt along with black sweatpants. However, he still wore his usual black combat boots. Ike didn't seem to trust Vance nearly as openly as he trusted Victoria–because as far as he knew, his father was long dead, so he obviously wouldn't assume Vance as a fatherly figure.[/i]