That's harder to swallow; confusion swells in his mind, and with the mask gone, it's easy to see it on his expression. Every emotion, every thought is new and palpable. "I don't... understand. I'm not... I didn't do anything."

There's nothing special about him. No one's ever told him anything like that. He's just a malak, expendable and worthless to everyone except the man sitting before him now.