[His expression gentles as he moves closer to her, not grabbing her her, not taking her into a hug, but remaining nearby, should she need him. He understands that pain, only far too well. He lived in that hell himself, for such a long time, until he was given a purpose again. A reason to live. To hope]

I can't promise you that you'll ever feel whole again, or that you'll even have a heart again, little Brumby. But one thing I can promise is that I'd fight every dark thing this place could throw at me to stop it from taking me away from you.