His eyes, quite frankly, unnerve me.
When I first saw him, they terrified me.
They reminded me of ice. Dark blue pieces of ice. Cold and hard and clear. Oh, so clear.
They knew death and pain and a hundred tortures. But clear, because obscuring, softening tears had been shed, long ago.
You'd cried so much you hadn't any tears left to cry. So much hurt you must have wept over...
Icy eyes over an icy soul.
But they were more like night, as I learned to read you better.