WHY WAS IT SO HARD TO NAME THIS GUY

He sighed.

"...it's not like I was the one who caused the trouble to start with."

"Yes you did--you left the house," she said simply.

"Vani, don't make me leave again."

"I'm not making you do anything!" she insisted, puffing out her cheeks.

"Then don't drive me away."

"You went away first," she grumbled unhappily. "What else am I supposed to do?..."

"Be a good girl and wait patiently for her father to come home." He replied simply, finally all dressed up. "Time for your clothes now."

"You're not going to come home one day," she replied bitterly.

He shook his head.

"No, I like you too much to just leave." He said truthfully. "Besides, I...used to run. Not anymore."

"Uh-huh," she mumbled, unconvinced. "...What color dress will I wear today?"

Theo was hung up on that, however.

"Vani, if you don't trust me, why are you with me?"

"I trust you," she replied. "But everyone else left."

"I haven't. And I won't. I'll be with you until you die."

"I won't die."

"Yes...I hope you don't."

"If I do, then...fuck the police," she said simply.

"...where do you learn all these things?"

"Internet," she replied without flinching.

"...We don't own a computer."

"I'm aware." She cocked her head to the side. "Just because I'm blind doesn't mean that I'm stupid."

"But how can you use...?"

"How can you use your mom?" she countered intelligently.

"...I think I'm going out alone today."

Her eyebrows shot upward.

"No, no!! Please, don't leave me alone....I don't even have arms..."

"Then be a good girl." He said, patting her head lovingly.