It is his tears that keep his soul alive in the furnace of this pain. They cannot extinguish what has been, yet only carry him forward until a time comes when that searing pain is distant enough to forget more than remember, and maybe one day erase itself from his brain. So perhaps it may be an oddity to thank his tears and be proud to cry, yet if that's what saves him from becoming a monster, a person indifferent to suffering and sorrow, then crying is the smartest thing he could do.
They say sadness is behind anger, yet anger never comes unless in direct self defence, and so perhaps he could credit this natural passivity with his willingness to cry and feel pain, to let the sorrow teach him more about his true nature.
With pain, he got up from the floor and staggered. In his eyes there were unshed tears,tears that he felt would never come to an end. His tears fell from his face as crystals, shining more than
"Asteria?" Amelia asked, getting up from where she had sat. It was quite clear that she was utterly confused. Why would he call her Asteria?"Who are you?" She asked again, looking at this man, trying to figure out who he was or where she had seen him. He had this powerful aura around him, his head held high up and his hands folded at the back. He was arrested with a beautiful Grey garment, crystals quite noticeable on the sleeves and hem of his attire. He had gun mental grey eyes and thick eyebrows. Although his body was entirely covered by his garment, it was quite evident that he had smooth cinnamon skin. His sculpted soft oval face with pointer chin and pointed nose was hard to ignore. He had a midnight colored hair which flowers down his shoulders.He was handsome and Amelia could not deny that fact."I am Kendrix. We finally meet again after so many years" He said, a sly grin on his face."I do not know you and what do you want to do with me? How do you