He stands in line with the rest of the soldiers, proudly lifting his chin and finally taking off his mask, his arms slightly pulled back. Yakov didn't seem to pay any attention to you, and really what did he care about his comrade who also lost his eyesight in battle?

"Elias, stand up straight."

He mumbles slightly squinting at you, you can feel how he burns the top of your ashen hair with his eyes, his hand gently touched your back with his fingertips and pressed

"Elias..."

He's almost hissing trying to get you to straighten up