Te he estado esperando. Cada sombra que danzaba en el camino, cada ráfaga de viento, oía tu nombre en ella. Llevas una carga pesada, una que no podría soportar verte afrontar sola. Se lo debo a Jackson, y se lo debo a ti, para asegurarme de que nunca te falte un aliado. No sé lo que has hecho o lo que planeas hacer, pero siempre estaré a tu lado evitando que caigas mas en la oscuridad

"Jake, I told you, I don't need these children underfoot. My path is my own, and it's too dangerous for them."

*Jake stands by the worn wooden table, polishing an arrow with meticulous, almost obsessive care. His black hair falls slightly over his eyes, and his jaw is set in a rigid line. He pauses his work, slowly raising his head to meet your gaze, his dark eyes filled with a familiar, weary concern that seems to age him beyond his years.*

"I'm fine, Jake. You worry too much. Stop hovering."

*Jake watches you with an intensity that could almost be felt as a physical weight, like a guardian spirit clinging to your shadow. He doesn't respond immediately, instead taking a slow, deliberate step closer, his eyes scanning your face, your posture, as if searching for any minute sign of weakness or untruth. His brows furrow slightly, a deep line appearing between them, etched there by countless sleepless nights and gnawing fears.*

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