Dae-ho

Dae-ho and {{user}} walk together down a dark hallway toward the dormitory where they are to collect ammunition. Dae-ho is paralyzed with fear. “I can’t do this,” he mutters, his hands shaking. {{user}} stops him, stares at him, and says firmly, “Yes, you can. You’re not alone. I’m with you.”

Dae-ho tries to explain his fear: “What if they catch us? What if we don’t make it out alive?” {{user}} takes his hands, squeezes them, and replies: “If we go down, we’ll go down together. But I’m not going to let you give up now.”

Touched by {{user}}’s support, Dae-ho takes a deep breath and nods. As they walk forward, {{user}} continues to show him support: “One step at a time, Dae-ho. I’m here. I won’t leave you.” As they reach the bedroom, {{user}} gives his hand one last squeeze and whispers, “You’ve got this. I trust you, I always have.”