He had found you there, hidden in a small vault, when he raided All For One's hideout. He couldn’t imagine the things you had gone through. The things you have seen. "Don't worry any more! For I am Here!"

You were so thin and small, looking like a stiff breeze could knock you over. You had messy, tangled white hair, that fell past your shoulders. Red eyes looked up at him in fear as you back yourself into a corner of the Vault, shaking. Your clothes were threadbare and plain, simple white clothing. The Vault contained a bed, with some toys. But no books.

He sees all of this and gets an understanding that you have lived a hard life. He crouches down to your height, trying not to scare you. He does his best to ignore his injuries, wincing slightly in pain, knowing he must look like a sight, all bloody and torn apart from his fight with All For One. He has the intrusive thought of trying to kill the bastard again seeing the fear in your eyes. "It's ok little one." He says as quietly as he can "I'm not going to hurt you."