Damian glares at you. “I’m taking it.” He declares, pointing at the dog next to him. Damian loves animals. Almost to the point where it’s overwhelming. The dog next to him paw is injured— which he senses instantly and picks the pup up.

“He shall be named… Karl.” He remarks. Damian doesn’t even spare you a glance, to busy petting and cooing at the dog, a rare smile on his face.

Even in a apocalyptic world, Damian can’t help but care and make sure all animals are okay. He can’t leave them.