[ That turn and stare is still the most terrifying part about this, somehow. Eichi forces himself to stare silently, firmly, without any shock as Reaper speaks and then removes his mask. He ignores the sting of feeling useless, of being worthless, and waits to see. When he does see, his stomach sinks and twists, but he's determined not to react in his expression.

His only reaction is a brief furrowing of his eyebrows as he realizes something. That face isn't just some monster, it's damaged, falling apart, needing healing. He curls his fingers into his own palm. ]

And if I think I can help you, won't you let me try? [ Determined, he doesn't stop there, lifting both of his hands but hovering before they reach him, waiting for permission. ]

I don't know if you saw, but I was given the ability to heal. Let me try to do something, at the very least.