Damian shrugged sluggishly at Cassandra's question, he held her hand as they strolled through the deserted area with empty savaged shops and cars laying here and there. Keeping quiet -- and actually enjoying the sound of silence for once -- as they're getting closer to the main entrance, the metallic paint on the gate gave out a dim glimmering reflection from the early dawn sun. "I will keep you safe.". And then the little girl looked up to him with hope in her eyes and said "Promise?". Promise.