She knows, my partner, she sees a warmer side. I feel so responsible for her, so protective of her. Overprotective, some might say but I don't care. She is so young, so vulnerable, so new to all this that I have to protect her. I remember all too well the kill or be killed regime in place when I first arrived here and I cannot allow that to happen to her.
I suppose I never want her to become as cold as I've become; never to be as hurt as I've been.