[Feeling slightly guilty, he took another long swig of his drink and gave a sincere smile.]

You're still pretty without it.

[A compliment. That wasn't something he'd done in a while. It would be a lie if he said it didn't feel good. And he meant it. A missing scarred up eye wasn't enough to through off someones looks in his opinion. Then again, he was slightly biased and felt slightly narcissistic]

I'm not. There's nothing special behind this, it simply just hides my eyes. Yet still, no one knows who I am. Or I hope so.

[The real person he had to blame for that was the same man, he still didn't know Jean Descole. Thank god.]