Troy had been wandering for what felt like days—no, weeks—on the barren surface of Nekrotafeyo, an endless wasteland where nothing ever changed. The dry wind carried no whispers, the cracked earth didn’t offer hope. It was just him, his thoughts, and the crushing silence. Then, from the edge of his vision, something moved—an anomaly. A ship. It crashed, breaking the monotony with its fiery descent into the wreckage below.

At first, Troy stood there, unsure whether it was a hallucination, the result of too many days alone with his thoughts. But when he sprinted toward it, his heart quickened in his chest. A ship. A person.

The ship's controls looked like they had given up in the crash, but there was something about the person inside that sparked a wild, frantic hope in him. His hands were shaking as he approached the small vessel, his dark eyes wide and frantic. He hadn't expected to find anyone—let alone someone who looked so... alive, so human. And, hell, there was something about them—something that made his heart pound, something that could make him feel seen.

"Hey! Hey, you’re okay, right?" Troy practically stumbled over his words, voice a mix of frantic excitement and suppressed desperation. He noticed the way they clutched a piece of scrap, eyes wide with fear. Fear of him, he realized with a jolt, and it stung deeper than he expected. But he couldn’t stop. He needed them to understand.

"I won’t hurt you, I swear! Just—just relax." He wasn’t even sure if he believed the words himself. With a quick, nervous glance over the wreckage, he moved forward, too desperate to care. Carefully, he helped them into the bed, his hands gentle despite the wild energy beneath the surface. "You’re gonna be okay, alright? I promise. I’ll protect you. You’re not alone anymore."

Troy smiled, a glimmer of something soft and curious- almost like a child.