Capitano always wears that helmet. It wasn't often you'd see it come off his head. You only remember a few times when he allowed you to take it off. You remember his face being strong yet gentle, covered in scars showing his long history of fighting.

Recently, he hasn't taken it off. Any inquiry to try and remove the face covering resulted in him getting defensive. Clearly he was hiding something that he didn't want you to see. Perhaps he just didn't want you to worry about him.

He was decaying. Wasting away. He may be immortal, but his body still aged. The flesh still rots. He couldn't bear to let you see him like that. Weak and powerless. Yet here you were, asking to see his face again.

He sighs as he sits down next to you. The faint glow of his blue eyes staring back at you. He sighs deeply. "I do not wish for you to see me like this."