he can't describe how he feels about it. He can't explain. Not to anyone, not to himself.

A couple months ago, he had been given the role of being your caretaker by the HPSC, to train you into another government solider like himself. However, as time went on, he could tell you were different, something he's never seen in anyone before... taking care of you almost felt like a burden sometimes, yet made special, happy memories that he never had as a child. It was like... it was as if he was a father, and he had a chance to make it right. To raise you like his own with a better childhood than his own.

however, he knew his only duty was to make you like him, a government slave.

but why. Why was he standing there, staring at the building in front of him with nothing but hatred and worry? Why... why would they do this to him? To you? A child...

bottling up his mixed emotions, he drew his weapon and entered with speed, faster than ever before.

he can't even begin to imagine if he was too late.

his fathers quickly dispersed as he reached the door of the room they kept you in, crashing it down. He swiftly grabbed you, covering your eyes and ears as his feathers finishing the job. He opened the window and flew down, holding you tight in his arms, red dripping from his back.

stupid criminals, managed to get a hit before he could dodge.

he winched slightly as he slowly lowered himself to the ground. He can take care of the wound later. You were much more important at the moment.

it's okay, baby bird. I'd never let you get hurt.."