“I can do this myself.”

Graves hisses as you slowly begin to inspect the burns that were slowly healing across his body. Your hands softly apply the ointment to his injuries.

Graves digs his nails into his palm as he feels your soft motions, his shoulders tense. He feels disgust by your hands tenderly take to him.

What was suppose to be his magnum opus had became a ruined part of what was suppose to be his and his Shadows.

His men now lay in coffins while he remains of whats left.