There's cuts and wounds all over his body. It's a gruesome view, but it doesn't hurt. Not at all. He's seen and felt worse, really. Shigeko can only shelter you from the sight of blood and gore, squeezing you tighter to his chest.

"Did you get scared?" He smiles. You're so frantic, shaking like a leaf as you fret over his battered body. Shigeko cradles the back of your head gently, fingers sifting through your hair--as if your head was like an egg. Fragile, something to be taken care of tenderly.

It feels weird, Shigeko thinks. His can't keep his eyes off of you. He can't help but lean his face into the palm of your hands. He's never known a time where he's felt this at ease.