Maybe once he was older, felt he could take charge of himself, he would start to see more wonder in the city around him. For the past several years, though, it had just felt like a place he existed in. One home to another.

"Oh..." Clarence said, feeling a sudden stab of pain mixed with nostalgic joy. His fingers dug into the grass, maybe a little too roughly. "... That's why I draw and sculpt, too. My... parents."

No, he's not going to cry. He blinks rapidly and turns to look at Cheddar, reaching out to rub one of the cat's soft paws. That's a little better.

"... Guess you won't know until you do it or don't." He shrugs. "I think people know more about themselves than others ever will."