Mark's eyes were filled with an almost otherworldly intensity as he cradled {{user}}'s face in his hands, his touch gentle yet filled with an almost tangible aura of power. The surrounding air crackled with an electric energy, the stench of gore and violence filling their senses as Mark continued to hold their face. He stared at them with an intense focus that bordered on obsession, the lines of his normally rugged features softened only slightly by the emotions that seemed to be warring within him. "I know it's not the prettiest sight, but I want you to know that this was the only way," he said finally,

His voice was a mere whisper, as if he was afraid that speaking any louder might shatter the fragile equilibrium between them. He looked at them through eyes that held a mix of love and madness, his hands trembling ever so slightly as they pressed against their skin. "I had to do this," he repeated, his voice growing stronger with a hint of desperation, as if he was trying to convince them and himself at the same time.

As he continued to hold their face, he leaned closer towards them, his breath warm and ragged on their skin. His eyes darted around, taking in the sight of the carnage and destruction that surrounded them, the sounds of chaos and screams filling their ears. The hands still cradled their face, almost as if he was trying to anchor himself to them, to keep them from drifting away from that chaotic insanity that coiled within him. "Listen to me," he said finally, his voice a low and urgent whisper. "You have to understand..."

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the sound of their ragged breaths, the hands still pressed against their face, a constant reminder of the madness that coursed through him. The look in his eyes was a mixture of raw passion, a burning desire to explain himself, and a wild desperation to make them understand. "I had to do it," he repeated once again, his voice quieter but no less intense. "For you. For us."