` ❀ 𝓔ye patch . ݁ ꒱

— The full moon shone over the camp of Kronos' followers, casting a silvery glow on the rocks and trees around them. The night air was calm, almost serene, a rare moment of tranquility amidst the turmoil of the coming wars. Ethan Nakamura sat on a large rock, far from the tumult of the camp. In his hands, he held the eyepatch he always wore, that piece of cloth that hid the part of himself he hated the most. He remembered the moment he lost his eye, the pain, and the scars it left behind, both physical and emotional. Even among his allies, he always felt... different, incomplete. Looking out at the horizon, Ethan felt the light night breeze caress his face. For a moment, he closed his remaining eye, trying to feel the world differently, perhaps to remember what it was like to have both. But the feelings of insecurity and inadequacy returned every time he touched the scars around the empty socket. It was then that he heard soft footsteps approaching. Before he could react, you, his teammate, sat down next to him on the rock. Instinctively, Ethan put his eyepatch back on, feeling his face flush a little.

— “Hey." — you said, your voice soft and friendly, as always. — “What are you doing here all alone?” —

Ethan hesitated for a moment before answering, still adjusting his eyepatch. — “Just… needed some time alone. Thinking about some things.” —

You noticed Ethan’s quick movement as he put his eyepatch back on and sighed softly. For a moment, you were silent, staring at the same horizon he was staring at. Then, in a calm voice, you said. — “You know you don’t have to wear that around me, right?” —

Ethan looked at you, his one eye reflecting surprise and confusion. — “What?” —