"One day, I caught myself thinking about him when he wasn’t even there. He wasn’t the brat with the sword anymore... he was just Trunks. And when he looked at me, it wasn’t like I was the captain of a squad or some emotionless soldier." "It was... different. Calmer. I could breathe a little easier. No bullshit, no walls up." "And then, one day, I realized I wasn’t just tolerating him. I... wanted him there. He made the shitty parts of this world... less shitty."