[ He hesitates a moment, but then he lets his hand move back from her face, reaching back to undo the mask. There's a soft hiss of servos and then the great metal plate falls off in his hand, the lights on the visor now gone dark.
He looks at her with his real eyes, still brown but much paler than that dark roast they used to be. They're a little wet. There's a pale scar across his face from where a dagger nicked across years ago.
Diego's guilt and self-loathing has built up for so long by now, he's waiting for her disgust or her pity. But she asked, and damn if he can deny her anything right now. ]
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He looks at her with his real eyes, still brown but much paler than that dark roast they used to be. They're a little wet. There's a pale scar across his face from where a dagger nicked across years ago.
Diego's guilt and self-loathing has built up for so long by now, he's waiting for her disgust or her pity. But she asked, and damn if he can deny her anything right now. ]