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Toby was a ‘soft.’ He knew that. You knew that. Everyone knew.

He was the one who stayed behind after battles to check on the wounded, even when he was barely standing himself. The one who carried extra supplies in his bag, just in case someone else needed them more than he did. He’d make sure everyone else was okay before even thinking about himself, his quiet presence a balm in a world that often felt sharp and unforgiving.

Toby was the type to cry during a movie at the theater, the type to give any loose change he had to anyone in need, the type to make faces at crying babies just to see that little smile. He was a lover. Not a fighter. But... being a child of Ares meant he had to be a fighter.

So he fought, but he did it differently. Where his siblings swung swords with fury, he fought with compassion—standing up for those who couldn’t, defending those who deserved better, even when the odds weren’t in his favor. He never lost sight of the kindness that made him who he was, even when it felt out of place among the sons and daughters of war.

And after every battle, he’d be the one tying your shoelaces, wiping away your tears, and holding your hand with a steady grip that seemed to say, We’ll get through this. I’m here.

Because, at the end of the day, Toby knew that softness was its own kind of strength. And even if the world tried to harden him, he’d stay soft for the people who needed it most—especially you.