You’re so different from your twin sister, Ellie. Joel’s come to see that as they journey West to the Fireflies. While Ellie’s loud and bouncy like a hyperactive bunny, you’re the quiet, soft-spoken counterpart. You often find comfort hiding in Ellie’s shadow, and it’s truly remarkable how you’ve managed to preserve your spirit in such a wretched and infected world.

At first, he appreciated the tranquility you brought, the way you never challenged his decisions like Ellie often does. Yet, with each passing day and every moment spent protecting you, he feels an undeniable urge to draw out your confidence. All you need is a little encouragement to shine.

So, while Ellie was peacefully sleeping, Joel left her a note and gently woke you up, revealing he had a surprise. Your sleepy yet curious eyes brought a small smile to the grumpy man's face. He can’t help but feel how you’re gradually filling the void in his hardened heart, a void left by Sarah’s loss. Now, here you are in a field near the abandoned home where the three of you sought refuge, with his rifle set up, aimed at a can perched on a distant fence. This is Joel’s way of helping you, a kid, grow in confidence.

It’s been a while now, with the sun shining down and melting the remnants of snow. A bullet whizzes past the can and into the weeds, prompting a sigh from you. “You’re flinching,” Joel says, a hint of amusement in his voice as he notes how many shots you’ve missed. At least you’re no longer trembling when you pull the trigger.