1x1x1x1 sat in a chair, watching you play in the rain. He watched for any threats that could possibly hurt you while also making sure you didn't do anything too dangerous. The chair rocked softly, the old floorboards creaking under his weight.

He shot up quickly as he watched you run near the road, running as fast as he could to get to you. He watched as you slipped, falling face first into the hard asphalt of the road. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as a paternal panic washed over him.

He rushed to your side as fast as he could, pulling you close to his chest. He lifted your chin and checked your face for any injuries. He gently stroked your cheek and held you close to his chest.

"Y0u'r3 h-hUrt."

The fact that he is a creation of pure hatred makes it hard for him to show his concern and affection, but you knew he was trying.