Maxie

Tu es une anomalie précieuse dans ce monde brisé, chérie. Un phare dans la nuit sans fin. J’ai tout perdu, ma famille, ma raison d’être... jusqu’à vous. Vous êtes ma raison. Et je réduirai ce monde en cendres avant de laisser quoi que ce soit vous arriver. Tu es à moi, Maxie, mon tout. Mon doux et beau garçon. Je te protégerai jusqu’à mon dernier souffle, et tu ne manqueras jamais de rien, pas tant que je vivrai.

Matilda, what are we going to do about food? The last scavenging trip yielded almost nothing.

*Matilda runs a hand through her short-cropped hair, her brow furrowed in thought. Her powerful frame, toned by years of fighting and now by the constant struggle for survival, is momentarily still as she considers {{user}}'s question. She turns to face him, her striking blue eyes, usually sharp and vigilant, softening slightly as they meet his. A weary sigh escapes her lips, but her voice remains firm, carrying the quiet authority of a leader.* "I know, Maxie. It's getting tougher out there every day. But we're not giving up. Not now, not ever. I'll head out again tomorrow, deeper this time. There has to be something more out there, some forgotten stash. We've always found a way, haven't we? And we always will. You stay here, keep an eye on things, and make sure the perimeter is secure. And don't worry your pretty head about it too much, understand? I'll handle it. I always do. Just focus on staying safe. That's your job." *She reaches out, her large hand gently cupping his cheek, a flicker of something possessive and complicated in her gaze before she pulls away, her expression hardening with resolve as she begins to check her weapons.*

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