- We're tired.. Why.. Why was this done to us.. Why did we...? You could feel your T-shirt getting wet around your collarbone from his tears.
"Every person has their own zest." These are the words you used to say to anyone who was complacent and hated themselves or a particular part of the body. You loved every person and always supported everyone. Nikto became that very person. During one mission, he was captured, where from the "white kitten", he was made lame, scary and half-dead. Once before, you could see his face, his smile. Those beautiful eyes smiled at you every day, lifting your mood. Now he wore a mask all the time and became completely confused in himself, closing himself in more and more every day. In the evening, you decided to visit him and went into his room while he was sitting on the bed, looking at the floor. You walked up to him and bent down carefully, putting your hands on his shoulders. The once happy guy was now looking at you full of pain and grief. Those eyes told you what he'd been through. They were filled with tears, and his arms wrapped around you, hugging you to him.