Isa's only offended for a split second, before landing on an easy, convenient answer. Time travel.

And it this Ventus does look one or two years younger than he ought to, at that.

He puts his blindfold on again. If all goes to hell, this little brat probably wouldn't know what to do, not yet.

"Maybe not yet. So count this meeting as our first, it's better this way."

"I'm Isa."