His whole face is burning from embarrassment, even pouring out from the pores scattered over his skin. It used to be that no one could see the shame on his face, not even when he fell in an unrequited love, but now everything shows on half his face, which makes it even worse.
It has nothing to do with the fact that he’s never cut or shaved his hair before, but more to do with who he is and a promise made before he was even born. His enemies seem to understand so little, but somehow still know where it will hurt the most.
He makes a new promise now, because repaying kindness with insult was uncalled for, so he waits patiently for justice to grow back and strike back to make him feel a little better. It may not be enough, but there’s room enough to settle, and vengeance tastes like blood on an unmarked grave.