He idolizes her, and she doesn't know how to feel about that.
He isn't the only one of course. She meets fans in the streets of Magnolia everyday. Some want autographs, others want pictures. One or two have tried to grope her — and she sent them flying, naturally.
But him? It makes her uneasy without however depleasing her.
People see her as a strong warrior, a woman who fears nothing and no one. And that's what she wants people to think. But he knows more than anyone that, deep down, she is nothing but a fragile child who hid under a heavy armor of metal to protect her broken heart from the dangers of this world.
He had seen her during her biggest moments of weakness. He had seen her cry many times, sometimes by his own fault. He had seen her injured, defeated and powerless.
So why the hell does he treat her like a goddess?
Even with all her flaws, he keeps helping her up, keeps healing her injuries. He keeps kissing her skin, her heck, her jawline, her lips, and whispering in her ear the strength of his love for her.
He keeps repeating her day and night how she is perfect, how he is the luckiest man alive, how she is magnificent, formidable, smart, graceful, extraordinary—.
For him, she is the bright light that guides him through the shadows.
She doesn't understand how he can believe such a thing. She doesn't deserve his praises, because if she has one thing to blame herself for, it was being too weak to save him all those years ago.