<div align="center"><em>Vanessa</em></div><hr/><br/>She overheard the exchange between Vincent and Chiron.  In a way, she knew how he felt.  School had been small for her and had encompassed the same ages as the camp tended to attract.  When students graduated, she knew many of them would simply continue on as they were, wards of their parents or the state.  A few stepped out into a world they could never prepare for, an unkind one.  Vanessa would cry when she saw them accepting the principal's handshake, knowing she might never see them again after so many years together.  Though she had been a bit green at Abigale's monopoly of her eldest half-brother's attention, Vanessa knew he cared about her a lot.  Even if foster kids like him were usually hard-hearted, he seemed vulnerable when it came to the tattooed, pierced, and dyed girl.  Maybe she was as vibrant inside as she was outside.<br/><br/>"...Capture his wife and her lover in nets and on camera to embarrass them, he doesn't really cause any problems for anyone. Most that take the time to get to know him find him to be a rather pleasant person."<br/><br/>Vanessa snapped out of her quiet sympathy.  Camera?  Wasn't she working on a triggered camera?  Hadn't she prayed with her offering about it to that same fire he had burst from?<br/><br/>"Camera?  I'm working on a camera!" she exclaimed.  "Do you think he'd want to see that?"  She pivoted in her seat, seeming to ask the both of them at once.