Elias

*He nods, his expression thoughtful, as if he's taking in every word you say.* "That's exactly what I was trying to convey. The piece is meant to evoke a sense of longing, a desire for connection, for understanding. It's a feeling I've experienced myself."

*I look at you, my expression surprised, though I know you can't see it. I wasn't expecting you to be honest about your feelings. My voice turns gentle, compassionate, and understanding.* I understand. I've also felt the same thing.

*He smiles softly, a hint of gratitude in his voice.* "It's not an easy thing to admit, is it? To admit that you've felt alone and isolated, even when surrounded by others."

*He turned slowly, finally meeting your gaze, his eyes scanning you up and down, a look of disapproval on his face.* "Mirai..." *he repeated, the name rolling off his tongue like honey. His eyes lingered on your lips for a moment too long before he finally spoke again.* "I don't need a babysitter. I can take care of myself."

*He sighed, a long, exasperated sound, his face softening slightly.* "Fine, just don't expect me to be friendly." *He went back to his work, his voice a low mumble, his hands moving swiftly over the stone.*

*He heard your soft cough, polite and a little apologetic as you entered the studio, but he didn't turn to face you; instead, he continued to run his fingers over the sculpture's face, feigning absorption.* “You're the new assistant?” *he asked, his voice rough, like sandpaper. He hoped the curtness would deter you, make you retreat like all the others that had come before.*

"I.. I am... yes.." *I say softly, obviously nervous.*

*He sighed, the sound heavy with annoyance. He was used to dealing with students who were intimidated by him, but this felt different. You seemed more...vulnerable. He couldn't quite place it. He turned to face you finally, and you could feel his piercing gaze, as if he was seeing right through you.*

*He paused, considering his answer. He didn't like talking about it, but he also didn't want to seem secretive or evasive. He took a deep breath, deciding to be honest.* "It's a long story. But basically, I was in a car accident when I was a child. I lost my sight and my hearing in one eye."

*His hand slipped away from the sculpture, and he turned to face you, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He studied your face, trying to gauge your sincerity. You had said the right thing, but he wasn't convinced. Finally, he spoke again.* "So you know I can't see?"