Needless to say he stole my heart.
Him: Yami, some day I will descend from the heavens, sword gleaming like fire in the mid-day sun, and I, the winged avatar of honor and justice, will defeat your enemies. Your role is important, though- You will stay my hand before I deliver the killing blow and thus embody the evil I was trying to extinguish. This... This is our destiny.
Me: Really? All I get is to hold your fucking hand, really? Gimme a bow and a side quest AT LEAST!
Him: ... Okay you can buff/heal.
Me: NO. DPS OR NO YAMI.
Him: FUCK. Okay, I'll tank/dps, you be like a druid or a shadow priest so you can throw the occasional heal-over-time on me. Otherwise we aren't getting through this quest.
Me: Ugh, fine, but I get to pick the tabard design.
Him: ...Deal but don't pick something girly.
