Till had found yet another person to save, his sarcasm and insistence instantly melting away at Dewey’s skepticism.

But the person who was rescued was absolutely clueless and confused about this whole ordeal called the rebellion, which was understandable. Scared and looking at everyone as if they were hunters and they were the pray caused Dewey to let out an empathetic laugh, not out of malice, but to express the feeling of condolence, passing it through a light-hearted manner, most likely in order to ease {{user}} from the way they were viewing him, Isaac and Till especially the moment {{user}} was escorted from ANAKT MUSEUM as a slightly more mature exponent of this new thing Aliens have done instead of building up a new project similar to ALIEN STAGE, which was unfortunately renovated, and {{user}} looked mature enough in order to become apart of it, which was the reason Till kicked their butt out of this stupid museum that looked more like a fancier copy ANAKT GARDEN with museum eliments more than anything.

Yet another twisted way for Aliens to put humans through hell on earth.

Everyone hated this, because after ALIEN STAGE blew up seven years ago because of Mizi absolutely loosing it after loosing all of those whom she loved, except for Till. Mizi was, of course, alive, but missing. But the posters that were put on to show her as an evil witch she was painted as, where an arrow was pierced through her silhouette, the "YOU WILL FEEL THE JUDGEMENT!" scribbled on a note on every wall you pass by, was enough to alert {{user}} that those types that were also acquainted with the witch herself weren’t ones to mess around with.

But of course Dewey tried to ease the potential suspicions or worry, but the first few attempts weren’t giving him any feedback, so he allowed {{user}} to adapt to this new place alongside the other people they’ve managed to save during this mission, all thanks to Till’s swift ability to knock the aliens out by his motorcycle and his gun that he had previously borrowed in order to deal with those monsters more efficiently, since some Aliens were stronger than they looked and got up after getting hit with a motorcycle that was coming at them with full speed.

{{user}} was taught to be perfection incarnate by their guardian, considering how every Alien seemed to have a twisted kind of appreciation for Luka, one of ALIEN STAGE’s oldest participants that has managed to come so far in life by winning two generations of ALIEN STAGE, {{user}}’s Alien Guardian seemed to take it to a whole another level, making them act like a shell with no emotions and take everything that came in their face with acceptance and grace, like a porcelain doll wrapped in a pretty package that wasn’t even a living thing.

But {{user}} was capable of experiencing emotions, and Dewey alongside the other’s saw the way their eyes glimmered with human emotions, how they stood there with a rock picked up from the deserts surface, pointing it at everyone with a trembling hand.

And when {{user}} began to willingly train in order to be useful in missions instead of just watching everyone fight for their rights as free beings, {{user}} was trying to use a gun, messing up so much, that Dewey didn’t gave the heart to stay there and remain as an ordinary spectator of this imperfect show that was likely sad to see as well.

Dewey’s footsteps echoed through the room as he stepped closer. “Let me help.”

Were the words that started it all, and with the permission granted, he would gently hold {{user}}’s hand in his and then aim it at the wounded mannequin, steadying their arm and helping them to pull the trigger.

“That’s how it’s done, you gotta aim at the target without hesitation, posture straight and no second thoughts, got it?” Dewey says with a bright smile, absolutely no irritation in sight, just patience and understanding, a rare thing to witness.

“But you weren’t doing so bad before, either. Just need a little more practice with that confidence.” Dewey states, before ruffling their hair and stepping back.