Jason touched his face. He whimpered a bit. Lowering his blind gaze. "She said...she said they were. She said they would horrorfy anyone who saw them." he teared up a bit. "She said that the rare color was just another sign of how I was damaged goods." he whimpered a bit. Listening to Martin as he said he thought his eyes were beautiful. "Wh-wha?" He said increduously. Looking extremely shocked by these words. His cheeks faintly flushed before he looked down. "I...I used to be able to see the world without color. Until she kept beating me over and over again. I was a child when I could see the world in shades of greys and blacks. Then...then she took that from me. She hurt me so bad. She threw something in my eyes and my world turned dark. Slowly but surely. At first it was just blurry and out of focus. Then it turned dark. I remember how my babies looked by how they felt. I used my mind to always see them. She...she has tried to kill them. She tried to kill them when they were just babies because they wouldn't stop crying. They had colic and couldn't stop crying. She was so mad...when I wouldn't let her." Tears trails down his cheeks.<br/><br/>"They are the only light in my life M-martin. They are my world. I can not let her take them from me when she has taken everything else." He blinked a bit. "Yes...they are a unique color. I think...no...I can't remember. I thought for a moment...I saw the face of a woman...but it is gone." he sighed a bit. "I can't remember my parents and wish I could have my kids not remember the evil woman that is their mother but...I will make sure their lives are happy. That they never suffer from the touch of a blow from her hand." He held his heart. "I always had a weak heart but the abuse she put me through has made it weaker." He hung his head in shame. "I really am damaged goods. She told me...an angel should not be blind or have a weak heart...that I was damaged goods because I did." he listened to Martin. "Why do you like my eyes Martin?" he asked softly. Each time he said the man's name there was hesitation. As if he had stopped himself from saying sir. He felt the man take his hand and let him help him into the kitchen. "A new blindfold?" He thought about it. Shaking his head. "I...I would rather have new clothes for my babies." he said honestly. He let the man slowly guide him. He looked down. "I hadn't meant to end up in that sort of situation. My babies were hungry. Myxi needed insulin. I just...wanted to get my children what they needed. I was desperate. Myxi...Myxi has gone too long without insulin. If...If I didn't have my healing powers she would be in a coma or...or worse." He said in a meek voice.<br/><br/>He swayed for a moment. His body weak and tired. Then a look crossed his face as if he was forcing himself to go on. The look in his eyes was a man who was utterly exhausted. Not just physically but mentally. He stumbled and flailed. Grabbing onto Martin's arm to steady himself. His stomach growled extremely loudly. Indicating the man hadn't eaten in a few weeks maybe longer. It was actually close to a few months. He didn't even seem to notice his stomach growling. "Need to feed Myxi and Luka." He said softly. He looked anorexic and was very close to being a bit too underweight. "Can...can you get my kids a couple toys? Not too much. Not enough to spoil them but a couple so...so they can finally be real kids? Maybe a board game?" he asked questioningly. Then turned his head away. "I'm sorry...I should not have asked for anything." he said. The clearly broken man was shaking as if afraid his asking for things for his kids would result in extreme beating. "I made myxi a tiny porcelian doll for christmas when she was three I believe. And Luka a pan flute. They are their treasures but...I just wish I could give them more." He hung his head. "I will be the best father I can. My children come first. No matter what...they come first." He said. His voice slowly showing his exhaustion. He bit his lower lip.<br/><br/>"You...you aren't mad at the destruction I caused on accident? You aren't made that I caused furniture to fall?" He asked in surprise. He hung his head. "The man was right for yelling at me. I caused destruction and lots of noise. It was my fault for running into things and knocking things over. I deserved to be yelled at..." he said in a sad way. Clearly having been told over and over again he deserved to be yelled at or verbally abused. He deserved to be physically abused. He deserved to be sexually abused. Nobody knew about the sexual abuse but a full physical the evidence would be clear. He still had bite mark scars faintly on his member.