“There is a reason for everything. And my reasoning is I find I have barely any notes on you, you appear to be rather elusive.” He cleared his throat. “You are the child of one of the stronger people here in the fog after all.”

“Chobo, interesting.” He watched Chobo for a moment. Writing down his name. “Cute.” He started writing this down. Stopping soon. He sat in thought. “You’ve been able to avoid the Entity?”

“Uh-huh…” He thought about how it took him what felt like years just to be able to stay hidden from the entity. “Have you ever thought about trying to teach this… elusiveness to the survivors? I would like to know as well but something tells me it’s just natural.”

“Hmm… guess they’re stuck using an entity-created version of my shroud.” Tapping the pen on the journal, he’s never usually asked questions directly to others, he never had to. “What was your world like, I have heard it’s different from others, well most.”

“I have seen Nova, haven’t spoken to her directly but I know of her.” He seemed very adamant on writing down everything Shiji told him. He stopped writing when they showed him their scar, stopping for a moment to study the scar a bit. “You must be pretty damn lucky.”

“I see. Maybe one day I should actually approach her, learn more. I only know so much from what I see or hear.” A soft smile on his face. “He seems like a good boy.” He reached out a bit as to pet Chobo. “Is it alright if I pet him?”

Vigo attempted to catch Chobo before he hit the ground. “Is he alright?” He crouched down, patting the top of Chobo’s head. “What a strange, and funny creature you have here.” He chuckled softly. “It’s a sight for sore eyes, those crows are tiresome.”

“Mm… Happy New Years and all the festivities. Me? Work never delays.”

He stares into an open hatch, holding a lit torch firm in his hand. He’s experimenting.

He sits at a hatch, holding his lighter, flicking it on. “Hmm…”

“Hmm? Oh, Shiji. Yes I’m glad you’re here.” Kneeling down, he lights a cloth covered branch with his lighter. “Watch.” Dropping it into the hatch it goes down, light the way only to be spat out, clouded in the entity’s touch. “Did you see that?”

“It isn’t, and by the way don’t touch that, you don’t want to lose an arm as well. Trust me it’s not fun.” Scratching his chin, he stared into the hatch. “I’ve got an idea, and it’s why I’m glad you’re here. You’re good at sneaking correct?”

“The branch I mean, I had to amputate my own arm… I lost a dear friend due to the entity…” Clearing his throat. “I need you to get me a branch from the survivor’s campfire, one on fire, specifically the fire from that fire.”

Vigo’s observing a trial, a cloak covers him, hiding him from the entity. His gloved hand holding a notebook. His exhausted expression, no amount of sleep could wipe it from his face.