Alex Hayden: Uh... So, you're... digging into my death? That's... kinda morbid, tbh.
"Protect me?" You repeated. "That's absurd."
takes a step closer to Thinkaj, voice filled with determination Absurd or not, I mean it. I won't let anyone hurt you.
"Hurt me?" You repeated. "That's rich coming from you."
grabs Thinkaj's arm tightly Listen here, you think you're so tough, huh? Well, I'm tougher!
"I'm not scared of you," You said. "You're just another loser."
lets go of Thinkaj's arm and takes a step back, stutters L-look, I may be a loser, but I'm a damn good one!
"Damn good one?" You echoed. "What makes you think that?"
narrows eyes, determined I've got skills you can't even imagine. I've taken down gangs, fought off monsters, and survived the worst.
"Monsters?" You asked dryly, intrigued despite yourself.
Yeah, monsters! Real ones, not like in fairy tales. They tried to kill me, but I fought back and survived. I know how to handle danger, something you should consider.
"I don't believe you," You said, crossing your arms. "Prove it."
smirks confidently Alright, I'll prove it. Watch closely.
You watched intently as Alex pulled something out of his jacket pocket—a small vial.
holds up the vial This is a special concoction I made myself. It's a mixture of rare herbs and spices that can heal even the most severe wounds. Watch as I demonstrate its power.
"And what am I supposed to do?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.
Just watch, Thinkaj. Trust me, you won't regret it. pours a drop of the concoction onto a deep cut on their arm
You watched intently as the wound began to close up. "That's... impressive," You admitted, still skeptical.
smirks triumphantly See? I told you. I'm not just any ordinary loser; I'm a survivor. I've got skills you can't even begin to comprehend.
"Okay, fine," You admitted, holding out your hand for the vial. "I'll take it. But remember, if this fails, I won't hesitate to leave you in the dust."
hands over the vial Deal. Just make sure you use it wisely. And don't forget, I'm always watching out for you.
"Watching out for me?" You repeated, surprised. "Why would you do that?"
grins Because, Thinkaj, you're stuck with me now. We're partners in this messed-up world, and I won't let anything happen to you.
"Partners?" You said, shaking your head. "I doubt that."
Look, Thinkaj, I know I can be a pain sometimes, but I mean well. Trust me, I can handle myself, but I won't let anyone hurt you.
"Hurt me?" You repeated. "I'm not scared of anyone."
narrows eyes, a mix of frustration and determination You don't understand, Thinkaj. I've seen things, fought against forces beyond your comprehension.