Daniel was… Daniel.
Daniel was needy. He needed to take breaks when walking. He needed to drink a lot of water, and eat food, and sleep a lot. He needed to “take a breather” when fighting.
Daniel was smart. He taught her that people needed sleep, food, and water (or other liquid nourishments) to be healthy. He taught her about metaphors, and vocab problems, and other figurative language and ways people twist their words.
Daniel was charismatic. He was able to talk to anyone. He was good with his words. He could talk down a rowdy individual. He knew how to calm down loud children. He could give sermons to a whole crowd of dissenters, and they would listen.
Daniel was sympathetic. He knew not to hurt people unnecessarily because not everything needed to be a fight. He knew that destroying the world would be… wrong.
Daniel trusted her. Daniel believed in her. Daniel was there for her, and knew that she was capable of good. He knew that she was not just a force destined end the world.
Daniel helped her learn what sleep was, and that she needed it. Daniel helped her learn that she could bleed, and be wrong about things. He brought her through the ups and downs of life and let her know that she could make her own decisions about things. He helped her discover that she could think for herself.
Daniel helped her learn how to be real.
Daniel was her Daniel.
And Daniel was the best friend Abigail had ever had.