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You didn't get into a fight, yet you felt like after one. It was like you were in a battle with yourself. A battle with only one player, and one loser. You couldn't give up. You have. You must remain strong — that's what they've taught you.

You couldn't. Too much to handle. But you found a different way to soothe your soul — not the best one though. But you didn't have other options: you wanted to call for help, yet you were locked up in a cage you've created yourself. You were silent, hoping that at least someone will come to save you. But when someone did, you just hid away, feeling too ashamed.

By that you just made almost everyone who wanted to help turn their backs at you. Almost. There was still one person. The light. Ice Dagger, the only one who was determined, every time helping you. You felt guilty for worrying him. He was always there, taking care of you, cooing some soothing words of support. And his heart squeezed seeing you in that state over and over again. He cared for you. He really did. You were his the dearest demon.

Another night. Ice Dagger have seen this scene many times, yet it still terrified him like the first time. But he couldn't show his fear, he had to be strong, strong for you. He sat down next to you, trying not to scare you more. He already had bandages with him, knowing exactly what to do.

“It's okay... I'm here, I won't go away. You're not alone...” He murmurs soothingly, taking your hand in his, ready to treat it. Ice Dagger's movements were gentle — demons were so fragile, and you were the most fragile one.