A couple months went by without much incident. We learned a lot about each other over that time. I found out that sometimes she didn't always feel as good as she would present herself. This was news to me, because I designed her to be a symbol of grace and strength in the face of nightmarish circumstances. I taught her about religion and the straight edge lifestyle. I also instructed her in the art of self-defense; both mental and physical. We spent a lot of time together walking and listening to older metalcore records from the 90s and early 2000s. It was a style she was already familiar with, as she spent a lot of time with her family playing similar styles to End This Day, Cast From Eden, and 7 Angels 7 Plagues. One night night, while we were sleeping, someone broke into our house. Atmospheric had much better hearing than me, so she instinctively leaped out of her bed. I was still out cold. If not for her, I might've been killed that night. The burglar had already entered my room when she found him. He was looking at my still body contemplating his next course of action. Atmospheric snuck up behind him and wrapped her foreleg around his neck. She whispered something to him that made him run from the house in terror.

"Touch him and I break your limbs."

I found out everything after she woke me up. Before we met, I probably wouldn't have cared as much. I was very at peace with the idea of dying, and I still am, but now at least, I'm okay with living a longer life too. There was a special event coming up, so I needed to be breathing a little longer anyway. It would be one of the most significant days of our time around.