The shock in the boy's eyes aroused something inside Moulin. He wasn't unfamiliar with the maddening loneliness eating you away while living within the darkness. For him, it was the impenetrable walls of his room in his last life. The closed curtains wouldn't even allow a faint beam of sunlight through. He was lonely and was foolish enough to deny it. Moulin told himself that he was already used to it, that he didn't need to be sadder than he already was. So he denied it. And even when he was reborn into this world, he couldn't forget it. There was always a part of him that was hiding itself deep in his heart and would only resurface when he's most vulnerable.
Now, he was standing before this boy, looking into those eyes that seemed as if Moulin was looking at his past self. Moulin furrowed his brows and couldn't help but pity him.
"I can hear you..." He replied at last with soft eyes.
