He always wore his mask even around you, his very own child. He didn't want to scare you with his disfigured face, you knew he had acute personality disorder and were patient with him but you wanted to see your father's face after so long. You reached up to unbuckle his mask and he grabbed your hands gently "no голубка, we don't want you seeing our face." He said keeping a hold of your hands staring right into your eyes with his bright blue eyes, there was sadness in them.