[Douman falls silent for a moment. Behind the mask his lips are pressed into an unhappy thin line, eyes narrowed and strained with barely contained emotions.

What he wants to do.

What he really wants to do is . . . . How does he even answer this truthfully?!]

If I have trust in you..., it's me I don't have any faith in. I'm perfectly fine with showing people who don't care about me my face, because I don't care about them either, but if... if......

[If one he cared about were to see and turn avail with disgust, it'd...... !!]

Look, there's nothing special under there. It's just a mouth, a nose, a pair or eyes, the usual youkai shit- I'll be a let-down.