Obanai’s body trembled softly as you wrapped your arms around him. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve your kindness.

“You’re a good boy, my son” You cooed gently. Your hand gently stroked his hair. “My good child.”

Obanai’s hands shook as they hovered over your back. He didn’t want to stain you with his tainted blood. He was so full of sin and you were pure. He didn’t deserve any of this.

“My sweet child.” You spoke softly.

Obanai closed his mismatched eyes. He worked up the courage to hug you back, nuzzling his face into your chest.