[ At the tug, Hei's gaze dips, briefly, to her fingers. Yin has, he thinks, the most beautiful skin on her hands. Pale and smooth, and in the lamplight he can see a very subtle down of white hair on the tops of her forearms. Such thin wrists, exquisite. That's the word that comes into his head -- exquisite. Not a word that occurs to him often. In that moment, his decision made, the world seems clear and unstrained, cool as water. Completely simple. Hei's been giving himself a singular goal for years -- it's the way he's lived his life. Staying ten steps ahead of his enemies, living with eyes at the back of his head, safeguarding his own well-being above anything else. But that doesn't mean he's never capable of ... not sacrifices but concessions. His ability to not be anchored down by one person doesn't mean he doesn't -- worry for Yin. ]
[ Matter-of-factly, ]
This isn't about me. It's about making sure you're safe -- from anyone who tries to hurt you.
[ Including himself. He doesn't say that. But there's no need to. ]
Re: action;
[ Matter-of-factly, ]
This isn't about me. It's about making sure you're safe -- from anyone who tries to hurt you.
[ Including himself. He doesn't say that. But there's no need to. ]