Several minutes pass before the figure looks up from his work to glance around the tower once more, of course, by then almost everyone he had noticed had moved or shifted, as suited their needs. The figure briefly glances backwards, giving the pale boy a glimpse of his honeydew colored eyes, before returning to his work. Yet, something still bothered them. It almost felt as though... Why of course, the figure turns around completely, revealing a similarly dark attire under the coat, a mixture of lighter blacks and blues that form a rather tight-fitting robe around the man's chest and legs. With a sigh, the figure stores their tablet away in their coat, and look at the little boy, their gaze missing the calm warmth a parent may have, instead merely giving a glimpse of cold disregard for the child. You look rather pale, I trust you to be alright. What is it that brings a lonely little lad like you so far from your parents? In spite of his caring and cautious words, the man neither steps closer, nor shows any hint of compassion in his voice, merely stating the pale boy's condition as a matter of fact, rather than anything particularly unusual or noteworthy

[I didn't imagine the other being to look at me. It was odd, they had eyes just as I did and they were a different color. I wasn't sure how to feel about the idea of others who thought and had ideas of their own. It was a foreign idea and yet I had been coping with it all this time. It would be the second time that they turned to me that I would feel confusion. They began making noises at me but I remembered that these noises were actually 'language'. Some of their use of 'language' confused me. I had no knowledge of what 'pale' or 'parent' meant but I recognized 'lad' as being related to the word 'kid' which was an identifier for what I was. I had no explanation for why I was on my own for it had always been that way unless there were others around me. I decided to try inquiring further.] (The strange pale boy would almost hesitate for a moment as if trying to get a read on what was being said to him. Eventually he would begin speaking but his overall dialect seemed strange and out of place. It sounded not as if he was fleeing but as if perhaps he wasn't even aware of what language was at a time which made his voice almost sound robotic.) "Loneliness, the feeling a being gets when they have no other beings possessing thought around. How can I be alone when all these others surround me?"

The coated man would look straight into the pale boy's eyes, they were very young, that much is certain, yet it seems whatever parents he may have did little to teach the boy. If they did, considering their current absence neglect seems possible. Finally, the figure sighs, much as it may be beside his purpose, he can't very well leave such a sad case lie, not for the time being, so the taller man walks over to the pale boy and begins to explain, in a monotonous, lecturous fashion Not everything is meant to be taken entirely at face value. In my case, when I ask why you are alone, the question I intend is "where are your parents", the people, most commonly a man and a woman, who raised you from your early years. They seemed not to be attending you, their child, as they are expected to, so, allow me to ask again. The figure would then bend over, bringing his face much closer to the pale boy, even if they needed help, the boy was, to some extent interrupting work. The priority is to resolve this situation in order to get back to other matters, if at all possible. Where are your parents?

Naoya, just being bored so far in, notices the two people talking as he walks by. He chooses not to talk at the moment, but just looms around and tries to hear what they're talking about...

[I was still uncertain of the question but the idea of 'parent' had begun becoming clearer. A being who raised me in my early years, as in a caretaker. I didn't believe I ever had a being like thay. No, but there was something at least close.] (The boy would still show signs of confusion at the question but then slowly begin to point outside towards the setting sun.) "My parent is there. They are always with me. The light is always with me. Though, I don't know what you mean by 'man and woman'. Is that how beings refer to one another?"

The figure sighs and throws back his head, his hopes of getting through this quickly having been dashed, yet the man can't help but grin, whatever this strange child is, they are more than interesting enough. The man follows the pale boy's finger out towards the setting sun, attributing it the identity of parenthood. It was true in a way, yet it is almost as though they are purposefully missing his point. regardless, the man soon turns back to the young boy, voice much more rapid and involved than his earlier boredom As you may have noticed, most humans have one of two sets of general traits for example. The man gestures to his short, poorly-kept hair and rather flat and unimpressive chest area "Men", that is to say male humans, have a tendency to wear their hair shorter than their female counterparts and are generally bulkier in body type, and... Somewhat lacking in the bosom area. On the other hand, "women." The man quickly scans the crowd, looking for a relatively nearby woman, one with longer than average hair and... A relatively large chest area, merely to help point out the differences Tend to wear their hair longer and, in spite of their generally more slender body type possess a larger upper chest area. After taking a deep breath and tugging his collar, somewhat relieved that the woman had not reacted, the man looks back down at the pale boy But that does bring up the question, what exactly are you? Do you have a way to describe it aside from terms others gave based on your appearance?

[The differences between men and woman, it was a odd thing to understand but soon I began to realize that these beings truly were different from me. They were human but I...I wasn't sure of what I was. I couldn't answer such a thing all I had were vague clues. The light had given me thought but had it given me a identity? That's right, I was it's keeper. I was the one who the light chose to bring into awareness.] (The boy would look away from the sun. The word human seemed to cause the light in his eyes dim a bit as something troubling crossed his mind but soon it returned as he began speaking once more.) "I am the one who holds onto the light. Once it was dark and I didn't think. The darkness was safe and I didn't need to be aware but once the light broke through I was awake for the first time. I don't know what I am but I know that the light allowed me to be born."

The cloaked figure puts his chin in his left hand, pausing for a moment, it is only when the pale boy is halfway finished that it occurs to him to begin recording, in a flash, the man's tablet is in front of him, cradled in his right arm while their left taps frantically across the screen. He nods along, adding a few details as the pale boy finishes, before looking up to address the child Not much of a name for something like you yet I take it. Very well, then it is my duty to come up with one myself. For the time being I shall call your kind "Elskerlys", it roughly translates to "one who loves light" Once again their left hand scatters across the keyboard, keeping a few notes as the man keeps an inquisitive eye upon the child Did this "light" of yours give you a name as an individual, or do I need to come up with that too? No matter, lest you say otherwise, I shall call you Prometheus, after the light-seeker and one of the first of his kind, seems fitting enough

[A name for my kind? I suppose that was only fair and the name's meaning seemed to have proper implications but I wondered how many of my kind there was. Another being like me was a rarity in my own eyes. It was then I noticed the man's inquiry into the light. The light didn't speak and I didn't have a true name as far as I had been told so the name 'Pometheus' could work for a while. At least until I had a more solid idea into who I was which may be...never.] (The boy looks up towards the man smiling. His smile almost seemed to coincide with the light within his eyes. "Those identifications seem to work. I feel that there is more I need to learn. I must leave now but I feel this expierence was good for my insight into certain inquiries." (With that the boy would begin walking back towards the elevator. If nothing interrupted their process of leaving they would be gone in a few moments after taking the elevator.)

The man has a purpose, now what could it be. An aggressive looking man in the crowd behind thinks as he turns towards the crowd and vanishes.