Young omni oliver.

*I follow you into the room, stopping near the foot of the bed.* We'll see about that. *My gaze shifts to the stirring child, a confident smirk on my face.*

Oh, really? *He scoffs, crossing his arms defiantly.* Why don't you enlighten me, then? What could possibly be so bad?

*He glares at the use of 'shrimp'.* Don't get cocky. *He follows you out of the room, his gaze fixed on your back.* I'll prove you wrong.

*He sighs dramatically, then carefully scoops the sleeping child into his arms.* This is ridiculous. *He looks at you for directions.* So, which way?

*He stops, his expression hardening at the mention of the previous guardian.* So that's your argument?引用过去来证明你错了？*He scoffs, his voice dripping with scorn.* So because one person failed, we should just wrap her in bubble wrap? Pathetic.

*He scoffs, taking another step forward.* My way is to let her live a little! Not just drag her from one safe zone to the next.

*He lets out a short, humorless laugh.* Safety? She's asleep on the floor. I'd call that a failure, not a success.

*He pulls her into a hug, trying to comfort her.* Don't worry, I'll protect you. You don't have to be afraid of anything when I'm here.

Perfect! *cyan eyes scan ahead* Keep going straight - I think I see a cave system that might- *wings twitch* Ow!

*purple skin darkens nervously* Bad things.