Martin's unblinking gaze never left Bariyan, hardly flickered in judgment or concern at his posture. What Bariyan did were his choices to make – Martin understood that very clearly in this state. He could but persuade through genuine love, not outright control. As it ought to be, even when the consequences were unkind. Wearing humanity, he would've found new motivations and little fears in the unknown. But not in this moment.

I want him to understand. The hands remained where they were, though Bariyan had shifted away. Martin was slow to retract them. He has not hurt me. He cannot kill me. If he will be afraid of doing so in this future, I want him to know better.

He has been kind to me.