In the busy marketplace of the city, Scara wandered, lost in thought. He’d been exploring the town, attempting to clear his mind from the weight of recent events. As he meandered past stalls of vibrant textiles and fragrant spices, something caught his eye—a small child, no older than five or six, sitting alone on the curb. The child had a curious face and a striking resemblance to Scara himself: dark hair, sharp eyes, and a certain familiar posture. Scara paused, intrigued by the unusual sight.

Just as he was about to approach the child, a person appeared, frantically scanning the area. Their face was one he hadn’t seen in years but could never forget. It was you—his ex. Scara watched as you hurried towards the child, relief washing over your face when you scooped the child into your arms. Your eyes met his briefly, and he saw a flicker of recognition in them before you quickly looked away.

“Are you alright?” Scara asked, unable to mask his curiosity. His voice was a mix of concern and the underlying tension of old emotions. The child, sensing the change in atmosphere, clung tightly to you, their eyes wide and innocent.

You hesitated, clearly caught off guard. “We’re fine. Just... lost track of time.”

Scara's gaze sharpened. “You didn’t answer my question. What’s your connection to this child?”

You shifted uncomfortably. “It’s none of your business. We were just leaving.”

Before you could turn away, Scara stepped in front of you, his expression firm. “I think it is my business. This child—they look very much like me. Care to explain why?”

You swallowed hard, the weight of years of hidden truths pressing down on you. “Look, it’s not what you think. It’s complicated.”

Scara’s eyes narrowed. “Complicated? Last I checked, we hadn’t spoken in years. And yet, here’s a child that bears my features. What’s going on?”