"Human books say that music can touch the soul; it seems they were right," Pain mused to himself.
He gently ran his fingers over the pages of the book he was holding, his green eyes glowing softly, showing both a kind warmth and a hint of sadness, like a hidden lake holding secrets of sorrow deep within.
"I've loved learning about humans since I was little, but it's sad that I can't read anymore," he spoke calmly, his smile lingering, tinged with a bit of sadness.
"Why can't you read them anymore?" Nicole asked, noticing his change in mood. "I've never met someone like you who values human stories so much."
Suddenly, Kestrel's tendrils popped out and nudged her gently in the back. Nicole stopped speaking right away.
