[Shinon, too, was a believer in developing love. How foolish he thought the concept was, love at first sight.

Wait a minute. For the most part, Shinon didn't believe in love. That's another problem.

Well, he can keep that frame of mind all he wants, but when he saw Misty, he was dumbfounded. He'd never really spoken with her before, and he couldn't even remember her name, but she was... downright beautiful. Everything about her seemed so ideal and perfect that Shinon was sure he was about to explode.

Was he blushing? Surely, this couldn't be. He'd seen people that looked like her before and they were just women, nothing special. Actually, she kind of looked like Mist, Ike's sister! ...Ugh! That was repulsive. Still, when he thought about Mist, he didn't feel any differently about her: she looked like... Mist. A young girl with more potential than Ike.

Wait, how old was Mist again? Wasn't she like, Rolf's age? Then again, how the hell old was Rolf? Shinon checked and double checked his morality. How old was this girl?

He stopped himself. What was he thinking? Again, he didn't even know her. That... could be changed. Maybe he'd... try to talk to her? That seemed so off of him, but hey, it wasn't a bad start. Of course he'd talk to her. At least learn her name and maybe her age.

The mercenary continued his casual stroll. Once close enough, he decided to pounce.] "Hey."