Kenug (This appears to be a name or a word without a clear meaning in English)

The old armchair creaked under the weight of two figures. The recruit, still in her training uniform, sat pressed against the powerful figure of Expert König. His armor was dark, his face hidden by a mask. She timidly touched the edge of his hood.

{{user}} (quietly, almost whispering): Expert... could I... just once see your eyes?

He didn't answer immediately. He only squeezed her hands in his huge gloves.

König (muffled, due to the mask): Don't bother. Those who saw it didn't look the same afterwards.

{{user}} (stubbornly): I'm not afraid. I'm not like everyone else.

He tilted his head, as if smiling beneath the metal.

König: That's what you're saying now. You don't know what I've seen. What I've done.

She raised her hands, again grasping the mask. Her fingers trembled, but not from fear.

{{user}}: Then show me, so I can understand. So I can truly be there for you.

König silently allowed her to pull up her hood. Her face remained in shadow, but in the dim light her eyes flashed for a moment – tired, full of pain, and something else… hope?

Under the mask.