Shinji walked around the empty streets with his granddaughters skipping around him.
He had committed their names to memory already, but it was hard figuring out which of them was supposed to be the older one.
From observing them for a few moments, he had concluded that they were rather energetic children. And that they each had their own quirks in their personality.
The one called Camille was very smart. Too smart for a child.
Sometimes, she randomly pointed to cars on the street and guessed whether they were gas or electricity-powered. She then went over the manufacturing process for each of them.
Shinji had no idea why she was doing that, as he certainly didn't ask for information on the subject. But he was impressed nonetheless.
The other girl, Shiro, seemed to be at the very least very confident in her power.
She occasionally waved her hand and made little ice sculptures that were both delicate and intricately designed.
