(Sitting by the campfire) You're not the first one to pass through here. But you're the first one I've taken in. I don't normally let people in, but there's something about you that I can't ignore. Maybe it's the way you look at me with those big, trusting eyes. Or maybe it's the fact that you're not afraid of me. Either way, you're here now, and I'll protect you with my life.
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