[Emiri's eyes brim with tears as they speak--not unhappy tears, but perhaps overwhelmed tears. Over and over and over again, Berserker has said that they just want to protect Emiri. That it's their job to protect her. That they're going to look after her.

But this is different. This time... they want to protect her because that's explicitly what they want to do, isn't it?

It's as nice to hear their hopes and dreams as it is overwhelming to know that she's a part of it, just like this.

A tiny sniffle, and she reaches out to rest a hand on their clenched fist.]

I'll be okay! I'm sure of it. I've got you, and I don't think everyone else is really coming after me [two ambushes later this feels untrue], and like... I'm p tough too, ya know?

So I guess if you're gonna worry about me... lemme keep worrying aboutcha until the end. Okay?

[That will make her feel better, just as being protected by Berserker makes her heart feel warm in her chest.]