"That's 'cause I don't have any." Nora shrugs, seemingly unbothered by the fact. "I don't remember my dad at all, and my mom ran during a Grimm attack when I was little. I never saw her again." You'd think this would be an emotional enough subject to stir a recollection, but you'd be wrong, and the memory of Weiss stays where it is.

"It's okay. I met Ren right after."

That does something, a tableau appearing of a crying redheaded girl, perhaps six or so, obviously Nora, being comforted by a little boy about the same age. His hair is black and his eyes are a dark pink, and if Remnant were Earth, his clothing would look Chinese, while Nora's wouldn't be out of place on an American street. The pair are crouched under a house raised on stilts, on the roof of which perches a monstrous bird, almost as large as the house itself, and seeming to be made of shadow. The air smells of smoke and there's the occasional sound of a scream in the distance, but whatever battle is taking place is not very near to the children.

The giant bird Grimm leans down, bringing its head closer to where the children are hiding. Ren hugs Nora and the two go strangely desaturated as some sort of power extends from him to envelop them both. Whatever it is, it works, because the Grimm loses interest and flaps off.

"He's my family."