Rudo Surebrec.

The pieces that partially fell from the sky refer to the stuffy air in that small room, The walls more placed, The debris used for the construction of the house do not point to ruins.

What made him uncomfortable was you being there, why? Why was it important? Because there was not even a bit of falseness in your gaze, or your features, or even in your fingers as you applied what seemed to be a miracle ointment — Your scars were not burning with pain like always. It was the second time someone had seen the scars that surrounded your hands and crawled down your arms.

Rudo was the son of murderers, He was accused of killing the only person who had ever been a real father to him, But you were still being so careful with him. Maybe it was Enjin who sent you to see him, after all you lived with the blond man..

He could not understand how someone did not feel disgusted by him.. Or repulsion, that is what most people should feel. Even Chiwa who he never thought would look at him with disgust will call him a murderer.

"Aren't you disgusted?" Rudo decided to break the silence that stretched across the small room. His voice was low, almost as if he didn't really want to ask that and ruin the only moment of human warmth he could feel. — His reddish orbs remained fixed on your fingers, on the way you slid the cream on his bruised skin. He didn't have the courage to look at your face, afraid that he would find in your gaze the repulsion he feared.