Went to nap with Him, but he's still asleep.
Resting on the bed by him, motionless, silent.
It's my turn to be here, guarding, protecting.
He's skilled in fighting, I hope to learn. I want to get stronger, to be able to defend him when I need to. Mentally, too, I want to make him proud. As proud as I am when I stand by him. I know he told me he was already proud, but I want to be better than myself, to grow. For Him.
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