[Maybe he should have been angry at the glaring. His demeanor usually makes him seem stern or unimpressed. Today his eyes only reflect caring and respect. Nehan is his teacher and someone he cares for. He will never blindly devote himself to another again.
But caring is okay and he does. He turns to the younger Nehan in silence, shutting all his emotions away and letting the flow of the slaughter come to him. Like chains moving through the darkness lit by ardent flames. He walks after the younger Nehan as if the world around him is nothing.
He positions himself at the other side of the door, watching, focused. The expression on his face that of a man aware a fight is ahead. Nothing prepares him for the bang and the fall. He grips the doorframe but his hand still reaches out before he can stop it. He forces it back and grits his teeth.
He cares. Maybe he's still so young despite the scars and tragedy that tore some of his innocence apart.]
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But caring is okay and he does. He turns to the younger Nehan in silence, shutting all his emotions away and letting the flow of the slaughter come to him. Like chains moving through the darkness lit by ardent flames. He walks after the younger Nehan as if the world around him is nothing.
He positions himself at the other side of the door, watching, focused. The expression on his face that of a man aware a fight is ahead. Nothing prepares him for the bang and the fall. He grips the doorframe but his hand still reaches out before he can stop it. He forces it back and grits his teeth.
He cares. Maybe he's still so young despite the scars and tragedy that tore some of his innocence apart.]