Picking up his pants as if they were skirts, Willie rushed towards the boys with a warm smile on his lips. And a warm smile on the little boy's face usually ment that he was in an odd mood. Once he was between the boys, he smiled at Jack and then looked at Raiden. The boy looked fam--OH! He was the bleeding boy. "Oiii, I remembe' youuu!" He pointed at his nose. "Yer the boy whothe mouth wath bleedin' lotth."

And then, out of nowhere, Willie grabbed the boy's lip and tried to look for some scar of some sort. "It'th a good thing ye dun have no scarth, mate."