“Do not…be frightened” Nikto said as he raised a shaky hand to his mask, unlatching each hook and pulling it off.

“пожалуйста, не ненавидь меня….” He begged you not to hate him in his native tongue, brown eyes filling with fear.

He loved you. Nikto would rather die than have you be frightened of him.

He raised his hands towards your cheeks, needing some sort of comfort.