But it was the eyes that gave him away. They were a deep, arresting shade of green, and fathoms deep with sadness; the kind that came from delving into the hearts and souls of those wracked in torment. A little rubbed off each time, though he tried to prevent it. A shadow of their fear and self-loathing imprinted itself on his memory and made a home there, swirling around the cavern of his mind until he could no longer tell where they ended, and Alexander Gregory began.
