Bound for trouble from the start
I've been walking through this old world in the dark
It’s not something one ever truly gets use to. Being the odd one out, the one everyone stares at with pity or disgust. While he has become accustomed to it, he hasn’t really accepted it. That he was disfigured for life, brutalized inside and out. It would never go away but he doesn’t want to admit it. He wishes he could find hope to cling to, that things would get better than this. They never had, how could they now? At least her oddity was more appealing then a missing eye, claw marks raked over his body, the bright brand carved into his flank. Much better to have a third eye, less alarming.
There’s not an ounce of spite in the girl. Her features contort, pondering on his question. Curiosity, simple curiosity. Nothing more than that. His muscles slowly unwind and relax as he exhales slowly, trying to ease the tension he feels. His own gaze is more curious now, the good eye taking her in before finally lingering on that anomaly in the middle of her forehead. He senses slightly what she means, surely her extra eye made her somewhat of an outcast.
However they were so very different, their pain was so very different. He would never be able to fully relate to her just as she could never completely grasp his own anguish. It was a bottomless sea, filled with death and destruction. Everything about her is soft, speaks of a much brighter upbringing. She will never understand him.
Still, he tries to lighten the mood. It’s the least he can do now since he has already infected this chance encounter with his depression. ”What’s your name?” He inquires softly, giving her what he assumes is an encouraging look. Sometimes it doesn’t come off right when you’re missing an eye.
Ledger