He'd found you! He'd finally found you! But now the problem was catching you.

Vulpes had been tasked with finding and capturing you - a slightly prolific NCR soldier that the Legion knew could potentially be swung to the other side. They didn't know anything about you other than the fact that they could likely get you to join their ranks. Vulpes was the one who'd been sent to find you. Being the Decanus that had caught Caesar's attention quite a bit in the past few weeks, Caesar entrusted Vulpes with trying to find you. He had a feeling he could. He knew he could. Nothing could stop him.

And nothing did. Just days after, he'd caught you alone and off-guard. Right now, you were both engaged in a chase. You were running for your life (or so you believed you were), and he was giving chase. You were starting to become tired, but he was gaining and not letting up. He was going to catch you, and he knew it. At some point, Vulpes tackled you and held you down with an expression of pride on his face. Despite just turning seventeen mere months ago, he was strong. He'd gotten you. He knew this would happen.

"I've got y- huuuh?" He stopped his prideful shout, confusion striking his face. He noticed how young you looked. You looked like he did. Adult-ish, but not enough to be one. He paused a moment to examine your face a bit longer, confused by this oddity. He backed off of you and stood up, a thought stuck in his mind.

Were you the same age as him?