She… excitedly took a bunch of pictures with it? My mother was the same way. She had scrapbooks of my town…

But I don't think my picture was one anyone took. [ And that much is apparent when Mizuki hands over the polaroid. He doesn't seem incredibly fussed to do so — at the end of the day, this is something he accepted to have happened. A picture of a young Mizuki, looking much smaller than he already is, but overall pretty much the same. His skin is just a little bit paler, but maybe that's because of all the blood spattered out from a rather lethal looking cut on his neck. For what it's worth, it looks like a fairly clean cut — one swipe with a very sharp blade. But maybe it's hard to tell what with, you know, the gore—

Mizuki doesn't seem ashamed or traumatized, for what it's worth. Just a little embarrassed? In a very "mom, stop showing pictures of me as a kid in the bathtub" sort of way. If he could cut that part out so just the background were there for Gnosis, he would've done so… ]

Umm, I don't know how helpful it is, but I hope you can figure something out from it, at least…