I can only describe his eyes in one word.

Rage.

They let me kneel in front of the man, I was a bit far from his seat but enough for me to be in front of him. Brahms is behind me now, while Divina is by my side as if watching and waiting for me to do something. Just like before, his eyes were still full of indignation. He was almost bent over now as his sweat was dripping, his hair was wet, his lips and hands were trembling. I couldn’t bear to look at his back that is full of wounds. I looked at him with pale eyes, he...