Riley seemed to cast his gaze to the floor for a moment, his smile lessening but not totally subsiding. "Trevor's parents will be getting out of the hospital soon, you know. I went to visit them a couple of days back, just to see if I could get any hints that would help us. Didn't help in the least. Those people, they don't know a single thing about their son. I figured, well, he's at that difficult age. But this family has a rather peculiar arrangement." He looked up at Izzy with his usual look implying that he knew that she knew. "I didn't hear anything about the White Wolf, but I [i]did[/i] hear about an interesting episode. Their consciousness had only recently returned, and I think they mistook me for a doctor the way they went blabbering on about when dear old Dad hit Trevor in the face. An adult male, with all of his strength, hit him without holding back. Bam. Knocked him straight to the floor. He sat there for a moment in pain, and do you know what he did next, Izzy?" Riley looked at her with a strange look in his eye, still smiling. It wasn't a look Izzy had ever seen before. Was it confusion? Bewilderment? Perhaps even fear?

"He said, 'Please don't do that.' He smiled at them. He said, 'You might have broken my glasses and cut your hand.' Well, Daddy didn't like this very much, and he hit him a few more times. It's... unnatural. That innate goodness of dreadful proportions. Saint Maria herself did not have such forgiveness in her. It's scary." As Riley said those last words, his smile dropped from his face as though he was spitting it out. "Scarier than an aberration. It makes my stomach turn. They thought of him as a monster, not a son. As if being told to raise a demon. Have you ever heard of changelings? Aberrations that take the place of human children? It reminds me quite a bit of that."