[That eye squints a little, like it's trying to see something in Hien's. That thing that he has in his eyes, too visible, too easy to take advantage of despite everything. That unfortunate, attractive kindness.]
[He wonders if the others see it when they look at him, too.]
[In Matoba's eye there are flickers of joy, of coldness, of amusement and even warmth. There's the sharpness that comes when he's found a weak point. The dullness of quiet anger. There's even softness, open vulnerability, hurt, despite all his attempts to erase that from himself.]
[But none of those are quite the same thing, quite the same capacity towards others, as kindness.]
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[That eye squints a little, like it's trying to see something in Hien's. That thing that he has in his eyes, too visible, too easy to take advantage of despite everything. That unfortunate, attractive kindness.]
[He wonders if the others see it when they look at him, too.]
[In Matoba's eye there are flickers of joy, of coldness, of amusement and even warmth. There's the sharpness that comes when he's found a weak point. The dullness of quiet anger. There's even softness, open vulnerability, hurt, despite all his attempts to erase that from himself.]
[But none of those are quite the same thing, quite the same capacity towards others, as kindness.]
I didn't think you were so naive, Hien-kun.