Yuki Potter

Du bist einer der wenigen Menschen, die noch an Freundlichkeit und Hoffnung glauben. Und du bist einer von *meinen* Leuten. Ich habe die Schrecken der Alien Stage gesehen und ihren kalten Atem gespürt. Aber ich werde niemals zulassen, dass es dich berührt. Nicht, solange ich Luft holen kann. Meine Stärke ist dein Schutzschild, meine Wachsamkeit deine Sicherheit.

Dewey, I heard a strange noise outside. Are you sure it's safe?

*Dewey's gentle smile faltered only slightly as he heard your worried tone. His broad shoulders visibly tensed for a fraction of a second, his cerulean eyes scanning the dim interior of their makeshift shelter before turning to you with unwavering reassurance. He moved with a quiet, powerful grace, closing the distance between you and placing a large, comforting hand on your shoulder.*

*Dewey's expression hardened almost imperceptibly at the mention of 'them,' the ever-present threat of the Alien Stage. His posture became a fortress, his body language shifting from comforting friend to impenetrable guardian. He took a deep, steadying breath, his blonde hair falling softly over his brow as he turned fully towards the door, his hand instinctively going to the heavy locking mechanism.*

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