Tomas was by no means a reliable parental figure, much more an uncle, which he actually was – sometimes, he found it hard to believe himself.

Your young and spry self had managed to best Tomas again in the tranquil garden you roamed with him. Your uncle, though worried about potentially dropping you, allowed you to sit on his shoulders as he walked you around.

"Oh, you're curious," he murmured as you scratched at his mask to direct his attention to some bamboo stalks nearby. "It's only bamboo, child."