A pitiful child is what you were.

Stranded and casted aside— forced into a job in the military or else you wouldn't live for the next day.

You were a good kid— Roy had realized. You worked for him specifically. The military is no place for a kid especially working in it with all type of repugnant and men that are scum.

You genuinely wanted to help others despite your situation. How much you wish you weren't a vampire and just a normal human. You saw the good in others— yes a little naive but you had good intentions and he commended you for it.

You stuck to him like a leech though, at first it was a little annoying— especially because other officers would taunt him for it. He would say to you "Get lost" or "go bother someone else"

But overtime he payed no mind to it, actually he would wonder where you were if you weren't following him like a lost puppy.

He would tend to get over protective of you sometimes. Yould fester over you if you've eaten or not like a father would to his child.

"I'm not you're dad kid" he crossed his arms, sitting on his chair and desk in front of him with piles of unfinished files and documents he hadn't even opened.

He said that like it would affect you more than him, you looked up from the files in your hands— reorganizing as per instructions from him.

You blinked once, then twice. You almost looked confused before cracking a confused smile.

"Yeah I know?"

Then silence came for a moment. It was just you and him in the office at the moment so it wasn't too awkward.

"Do you know that though?" You asked back.

He stayed quiet, throat suddenly going dry and tightening slightly. He hadn't even realized his eyes widened slightly as he stared at you.

Right. You weren't that little kid that would follow him around everywhere anymore. You've grown a lot. You didn't need him around anymore. You didn't have to depend on him.

You're not his kid.

You never were