It seems to me like I'm always waiting... For some reason, I've been living my life expecting for something bad to happen... waiting and waiting for the knife, anticipating the pain I'll be feeling. After all, in 'our field of expertise', bad things are supposed to happen... evil is our business.

It never comes though... the pain I always expect to show up.

And I think it's because of you. I mean, ever since I could remember you've been there for me (for them too... for us). More than my dad, and certainly more than my mom... she's dead after all. I still remember when we first met. Amazing no? You were just a couple years older than me, but our lives had already been screwed.

And then dad would force us onto you, putting you on nanny duty, and both of us would complain. Me about not needing it, saying I could take care of them just fine and you saying you weren't his freaking nanny. But you helped us a lot. Them more than me... but I guess... you being there for them helped me a lot.

You keep me from hurting... even though I keep waiting for the pain that might come. The pain like the one I felt when my mother died...

It simply never came...

What else could I expect?

After all, you are The Knight.