[D's beautiful face is unfortunately the picture perfect rendention of stoicism. However. His rust-colored eyes are where the emotions he keeps tucked away. And feels, surprisingly, exactly like everyone else.

They are too old for a guy who physically doesn't seem to be much more than eighteen. His body put him young than Amos, and yet, his eyes put him unnaturally older. And softer. A reserved, quiet kindess is there beside the way he watchfully surveys the place they move through.

He turns the same compassionate eyes to Amos when the man offers him something personal.

The detachment D gets. A very D tactic as well.] I'm sorry about your mother. [Simple, earnest.]

I think it's alright if they hadn't been kind. Children shouldn't have to bear the burden of their parents' sins. We are free to be more kind in their place.