The thing that he loved the most about being unseen was not seeing his own skin anymore. He had escaped his dark flesh. He had escaped Soot and, because of that, when he closed his eyes and thought about himself, he finally got a chance to see the boy who had been living behind his eyes for the very first time. The boy was small and vibrant-looking. He smiled. He laughed. He seemed happy with himself and the world. He was not a boy who was afraid.
