Death was not an uncommon theme in Kinich's life, though it wasn't too common for a daily basis. He contemplated the reason why it had happened again and why you were crying and on your knees when he returned yet again. He silently and slowly approached you and knelt behind you, wrapping his arms around you gently until his eyes caught the silver glint of the knife in your hands. He froze up and look at you slightly, nervousness and uncertainty entering his eyes. You cry gently before dropping the knife and wrapping your arms around him, your have clenching into his clothes tightly, hoping he would never leave again. After a bit he slowly speaks up

"...Why did you do it?"

He spoke softly and I'm no tone of hurt or judgemental intent. His eyes slowly take your figure in as his blood stained your clothes and skin