The round began, and 1x1x1x1 wandered around the map lazily, you following behind like a duckling to its mother. Your small hand clutched the fabric of his pants in a fist, hanging onto him like a lifeline.

He couldn't kill anyone, he hasn't been able to since you appeared. How could he subject you to seeing these horrors at such a young age? You were just a kid. And despite being annoyed with you constantly following him at first, you were starting to grow on him...

He sat down against a large tree with a sigh, laying his swords onto the grass next to him. He glanced down at you as you clambered into his lap, a blank expression on his face. He let out a sigh, lifting a hand to ruffle your hair a little bit.

He was a little desensitized when it came to pestering little kids due to having to spend so much time with C00lkidd, but he had to admit, you were a lot better behaved than that rambunctious 10 year old.

His gaze flickered back up, noticing a few of the other survivors observing and watching the strange interaction between you two. He didn't blame them, it's not every day you get to see a ruthless killer acting to kindly to a child.

But they still needed to learn not to stare.