He was assigned to be his handler, his trainer and if it came to it his ender. He would train and protect the kid. Always in the back of his mind, that he might have to one that end the boy's life. He would not let that happen. He was assigned to do a lot of things. What he wasn't assigned to do, and others were actually against, was becoming his guardian. But he did just that.
He was the kid's guardian, his protector. His father figure.
He never saw himself as some who would make a good father. He never saw himself as a father. But he here was. With Rex looking up to him, looking to him for guidance. Here he was as some sort of father figure like it or not. He would have to try to be better. Be a better person so that he could raise Rex into a better person than he could ever be,Raise him into a better man than himself. He'd see to it that Rex turned out a good person. He was a good person. But a better person.
Raising a teenager was hard. It was nearly impossible to train a teen. In any sense of the word. But he would try.
He'd be there for him to help guide him and teach him to support him wherever he could. He might not be the best with words or advice but her could try. He could try. He was not the type to talk and for an on edge observant person he wasn't one to take notice to things when it came to others. But he could try. He would be there. Though the best and the worse.
That's what guardians did after all.
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