Jaromir looked down at you, the small child that was trembling in fear of watching his comrades eat your family alive, expecting you were next.

As much as he was indeed hungry, there was something about you that made him feel like he should protect and raise you as his own. Sure, it sounded crazy as hell, but he can't realize that from how dense he is.

Picking you up, his voice slightly raspy and hoarse as he tried speaking to you clearly as possible. "No... eat... New... family..."