Lincoln only stood in front of me, unashamed. His eyes were rather emotionless and grave as he gripped the gun in his hand. There was no sign of guilt on his face, or a pint of dejection because he was caught in the act. In fact, he looked accustomed to it, as if oblivious to my dismay, the exact countenance I couldn’t bear to understand.
His reaction was such an unfamiliar sight that I had to draw back so I could confirm once again, whether I was seeing wrong or he was plain unbothered about it. But I didn't see any of the expressions I was expecting to see. And for that moment, I was praying... hoping. That he would deny my conjecture so he wouldn’t be the bad person I discovered he was, or the person the Canidean had been terrified of for years.
Frowning as I waited for an answer, Lin
