He says it's cold outside and he hands me my raincoat.
He's always worried about things like that, always cares for me.
I like rain because it's the only time he is feeling safe, hidden from the Heaven.
I'm going to work like any normal person, though I'm far from being normal, I have never been.
I'm afraid of the day my master will ask me to join him to fight, afraid of what he'll ask from me, afraid of what I'll do.
He is waiting home for me.
It is all that matters now: the smile of my Angel.