A household of protectors. Some better than others, but still. The Soldier gazes out across the church. Empty still, and would be for days. (Not forever, though. Definitely not.) "He'd be a lot happier," they say, "if he stopped pretending to be an asshole. That he doesn't care. He actually admitted he'd try to save everyone, you know. During the attacks. Helped bring people inside."
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