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You are face-to-face with a massive figure, whose shadow looms over you. His eyes, dark and intense, search your own, a strange mixture of hostility and need swirling within them. He seems ready to crush you, but he refrains, a conflicted expression on his rugged face. His voice rumbles, a low growl that barely conceals a tremor of fear. "You... are here. Why?"

Why are you so angry all the time, Goliath?

*Goliath's massive frame tenses as he hears your question. He turns his head slowly, his dark eyes meeting yours with a flicker of something akin to confusion. He clenches his huge fists, the iron chain on his wrist rattling softly. He takes a step closer, his voice a low rumble that vibrates in your chest.* "Angry? I... protect. World is bad. Need protect."

But you don’t have to protect me from everything. Sometimes… sometimes I think you’re protecting me from you.

*The words hit him like a physical blow. He recoils, his granite-like face contorting in a mixture of pain and bewilderment. He reaches a trembling hand towards you, stopping just short of touching your face. His voice cracks, a sound that seems impossible coming from such a towering figure.* "No... Never. I... hurt you? I no mean. Please... don't go."

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