His Twisted Mind

The Pack Welcoming.

^Cover made by serenaded_summer -thank you so much sweetheart for all you do for me! 💜

Three- Kyson

It wasn't hard to tell that Eni didn't understand much of anything that was going on. From the way he talked, behaved, and moved it was clear that he was feeling lost and confused. I try my best to stay calm and patient- which surprisingly isn't very difficult to do- but it doesn't help that I can't read his mind or attempt to fully understand his situation. I didn't feel all that bad for scolding Bay either, despite knowing she wasn't well informed (she was still pretty rude to a newcomer). Bay has always been pretty sheltered though, so I doubt that she would understand the extent of literal Hell that Eni has been through.

"Why does it smell?" Eni asks, interrupting my thoughts. I finish pouring the soup into the bowls before looking over at him. He sits on the countertop using his needle-like arms to keep himself from swaying. It's difficult to react to Enigma's questions simply because he is so childlike in nature. At the same time though, Eni gives off an eerily old and wise vibe that makes me second guess whether he's ten or thirty. I open a drawer and pull out two spoons before answering his question.

"All things have smell, especially food and animals," I say patiently hoping that my answer sufficed. As I turn my attention away from him once again to get glasses for water, I feel his gaze burn into me. Granted I don't feel threatened by his stare, because it is not one of a feline preparing to pounce on it's prey, but that of an immensely curious kitten staring at a can of tuna for the first time.

"Food? I don't want to, it hurts," he whispers, as if talking out loud to himself. I turn my head back towards him, and quickly leave my task to go over and comfort him. His incredibly small and sickly body is vibrating with incomprehensible amounts of fear, yet no tears falls from his eyes as his thin face forcefully wrinkles in shock. OH GOD, he thinks he's the meal.

"Enigma," I whisper into his ear as I pull him into a hug, which startles him. I do my best to convey my sincereness to him. "No one is going to eat you. Surly you've eaten food before? Before the ghouls kidnapped you?"

"F-food? S-soup? Soup is food... Me- I- I'm not soup..." It takes him a few minutes of thinking this through, seeming to be having an internal argument with himself, but eventually he leans out of my embrace and stares at me. Ever so softly he says, "I- I want to eat."

I comply willing, giving him a bright relieved smile as I hand him the bowl of soup and explain to him how to eat. He catches on quickly and slowly tastes the soup. I watch his reaction to each new taste not hiding my curiosity towards his feelings. He is clearly a child, but I'm catching on very quickly the Eni is way way more complex than any normal kid. His blank silver eyes start to sparkle and for a second I swear they turned red but the color faded too quickly for me to be sure.

"I like food," Eni's soft, and now way less dry and burnt, voice announces into the quiet kitchen. I refuse the tears threatening to leave my eyes. The tragic truth floats in the air with each new piece of information he gives. It's as if he's not accustomed to eating food. Because he isn't, for all we know it could have been weeks since he last ate. It's as if he doesn't understand clothes. Because he doesn't have any, for all we know the torture he went through- Stop. Just stop.

Although tears continuously flow down my cheeks, and I swear I've never been this sentimental of a person in all my life. I couldn't afford to have pity nor sympathy for anyone- especially those who've committed injustice. But this boy... this enigma of a person, already has my heart in his palm and even thinking about half the shit he must of been through since the ghouls took him has me bawling my eyes out. I just want to protect him, take away any pain he might be feeling, and I hope he'll let me because I don't know what I'll do if he doesn't.