Jasel holds her close. He strokes her hair. Looking down at her. "Yes. He did. Soulless crimson eyes which could suck you into their depths and kill you on sight. Should you be of a weaker spirit or mind." he says. Looking down at her. "Its alright. I do not blame the young man nor the innocent child he intended to harm. I blame myself...for not being stronger. For not being able to fight off the darkness that so held him within its grasp." he sighs. "I fear I am a monster at night. That I am harming those I seek to protect. I do not know why I feel this way...I just know I do. Please do not hate me for the things I tell you. For I could never hate another. I don't even hate the man who cursed me. With whatever it is he cursed me with. I just know my chest bares the mark he left upon me."