(The knight, he loves his bright sword)
Dave Strider was a protector.
He prized his ability to defend what he cared for above all else, and damn the consequences.
So he'd laughed at the thought of being the Knight of Time, because...well, wasn't it ironic?
He was quite literally a knight eternal, an outdated, misplaced idea that couldn't survive and would never die, living through epochs and worlds foreign to its origin.
So he'd really hated the intangible distances and the game that separated him from his friends so long.
He was unable to defend a fortress that was simply not there.
So he strode forward through everything (because that's what Striders do), cutting down anything that stood in his way with a shining sword that was as much his grim determination as it was his weapon, swathed in paper armour that never did all that much to conceal his heart—
—but you cant blame me for trying can you—
He was far from being anyone's Prince Charming, but that was okay.
He'd find them in the end, his friends that were his castle, and he'd defend them to the bitter end and beyond, because that was what he did.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own, sadly.
