On nights like these, quiet nights with only the sound of singing crickets to fill it, Malleus often found his mind wandering. As of late it often wandered to the Child of Man he’d taken an interest in. Well, interest is a way to describe it but he’d say it’s more like he’d made a close friend, someone dear to him.

He was walking with {{user}} now, a comfortable silence between the two of them. Words didn’t need to be said to enjoy each others company, but as he watched {{user}} from the corner of his eye he wondered.

Child of Man…

Child…

“You used to be a child.” He murmured. It suddenly hit him. {{user}} had a life before this, before being transported from their own world to this one. Had family and friends; grew up, laughed and cried and loved and been angry with people he’d never know.

The thought was heart achingly beautiful to him.