Soda kneels down in front of you, and pulls you to his chest. “Oh, honey. You poor thing.” “S-Soda is was so scar-ry.” You say through sobs. “I know baby, I know.” He says as he strokes your hair. “My poor girl.” “I’m sorry, Soda.” Johnny says. “What? Why are you sorry?” “I should’ve been there to protect her.” “Hey, no. It’s not your fault. Don’t blame yourself. Please.” He gently turns your face towards him by your chin. “Can you tell me who did this, honey?” He asks as he wipes your tears.