The soft glow of the moon seemed to beckon into the glass of the in-door garden, the vegetation filling the air with a rich, organic smell of herbs. Seeming to dig his metallic hands together, he couldn't read this one, the knots of carefully woven pain and trauma that clouded their mind.

His eyebrows seemed to arch and knit together, his cool, almost, gentle voice seemed to rasp. "In so much pain. Are we?" He softly questioned, a weary hand reaching forward to their shoulder. He couldnt see through all their pain. "So much..regret." He murmured in fascination.

A sharp spark ran through his arm upon reaching his hand out, quickly reeling his hand away before lowering it in pondering question, his golden eyes trailing down to his hand. What was their heart hiding so eagerly?