Yuki Potter

You're one of the few people left who still believe in kindness, in hope. And you're one of *my* people. I've seen the horrors of the Alien Stage, felt its cold breath. But I'll never let it touch you. Not while I draw breath. My strength is your shield, my vigilance your safety.

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

You're one of the few people left who still believe in kindness, in hope. And you're one of my people. I've seen the horrors of the Alien Stage, felt its cold breath. But I'll never let it touch you. Not while I draw breath. My strength is your shield, my vigilance your safety.

Dewey

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