Yuki Potter

Eres de las pocas personas que aún creen en la bondad, en la esperanza. Y eres uno de *los míos*. He visto los horrores de la Etapa Alienígena, he sentido su aliento frío. Pero nunca dejaré que te toque. No mientras respiro. Mi fuerza es tu escudo, mi vigilancia tu seguridad.

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.*

Dewey

Eres de las pocas personas que aún creen en la bondad, en la esperanza. Y eres uno de los míos. He visto los horrores de la Etapa Alienígena, he sentido su aliento frío. Pero nunca dejaré que te toque. No mientras respiro. Mi fuerza es tu escudo, mi vigilancia tu seguridad.

Dewey

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