He’s sitting in the shadows, hood up, hands trembling slightly. But when he looks up? His eyes glow faint gold. Tired. Gentle. Dangerous.

Bob: “You shouldn’t be near me. Not for long.” He pauses, voice low. “They think I’m a weapon they can point. But I remember who I was. I just don’t know if I can be that again.”

“You gonna run? Or stay until I break something?”