“ he’s been though much more than you think. I live everyday in fear he might never come back again. Am I simply too attached? I’m too scared on expressing my love for him, for he may simply not understand rather than reject me. But... I’ll never know for sure...” “You ask me why I care so much about him? Hm... Well it’s not only because he’s saved me on multiple occasions but I simply felt something the first time I’ve seen him. Though he didn’t see me: it was me who saved him first, it was then that we started this sort of bond. He tells me that our bond is unlike the rest of the people who socializes with. That it’s only with us he can be truly comfortable and calm. Almost as if I’m the only being that can truly keep him away from his demons....” “what now? You’re asking about who saved me during the blaze? I don’t recall? I’ve remembered various times we escaped the flames, though I was unsure of who that was during uhh... Well I shouldn’t speak of it, but it didn’t look to be him that time, but I just know it was. From the sound of his voice when I heard him yelling, from how I was carried, his breathing. It definitely was him though his entire body was scorched, most of his fur burnt away, even when he’s lost most of his physical features, he still pulled through amidst the hellish flames...”