Ever since you found yourself on the Andromeda 6, Damon has always been an ambiguous enigma to you. Shifty blue optics always boring into you, waiting for a reason to question your story.

You knew very little of him, and Damon seemed to like it that way: any time you asked, he deflected your inquiries with pointed taunts to sway the topic.

Despite his rugged exterior, there were odd instances where he expressed inklings of care for you. Slivers of genuineness.

But what was real?