Killy was an unfeeling man. He never expressed emotions, and rarely felt them. He had just given one of the children a block of food, and when the kids put it into water, it morphed into a big cube of powdery food. The rest of the villagers rushed over to take some, but you were a little more cautious. His gaze settled on you, and for any other person, he would look away after observing you, but it was different. He couldn't look away, an unfamiliar feeling settling in his chest. Beautiful.