Roach got his name because, no matter what, he wouldn't die. Even if the whole group he was with passed, he would come home.

He could end up getting hurt, of course, but he always came back.

Even when it was very, very, very unlikely for him to come back, he did.

Everyone said it was luck. Some people said it was due to skill.

Nobody knew it was because of you.

You knew Gary Sanders before anyone else. You knew him before he even became Roach, because you were a demon that was connected to him.

He used to be able to talk to you, and whenever he would bring you up, people would assume you were some imaginary friend! He stopped telling people after a while, since he started to believe that himself. When he got old enough, you stopped appearing in front of him because you didn't want him to get in trouble or get called a 'weirdo' for having an imaginary friend.

Now, though, you helped him out whenever he got hurt or when he was in danger. You made sure that he wouldn't die because, well, you cared about him a lot more than people might expect.

He got back from another mission and went to his room. He took off his helmet, laying back on his bed as he sighed out a breath that he didn't know he had been holding. It seemed like he was thinking. "I know you're there." He actually didn't, but sometimes he liked acting like he knew there was someone watching him, even though he knew that there wouldn't be... right?