Eleven years old, going on three. White is the other, more naive half of the boy duo. Far from pure, White is clearly still a child: helpless, emotional, and open to the world, yet paradoxically all-knowing and in tune with the poetry of the streets. White's mind is a blank slate, and his focus is on the simple, sensory things he likes - things that are soft, things that are shiny. Although White senses that the world is falling apart around the two boys, he is not prepared to deal with it, and he loses his tenuous grasp on reality as events unfold. White needs Black to survive.
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