A Heart without Color
by SMYGO4EVA
In all he had done, Knov had always had an impenetrable barrier around him. He kept himself at a distance, cool to the touch, and isolated from the world. Always with a stoic countenance, never at ease, and standing upright, Knov was at arms' length with anyone, with his superiors and his apprentice. One could say that he never really let his guard down as a means to protect himself from what cruelty the world had to offer.
And if one did say that, they would read him like a map, and he couldn't let himself be compromised. It wasn't that he didn't allow himself to take a breath, it was that he couldn't.
Morel was one to grab ahold of what was left in his life and to never let go. He had to at least attempt to see who Knov really was, behind the rimmed glasses, peak precision, and careful choice of words.
Morel was different, all rough and tumble, with days of reckoning lying in wait for him.
Knov, as ever, had to be one step ahead, even in missions of life and death.
There had to be something that would have Knov lower his defenses and allow anyone close to him in. It would be hollow and lacking if he wanted otherwise. Even if it was only to take his hand, safe and sound, to never let go; even his superior Morel, especially him.
After all, even after many brushes with death, a heart without color couldn't last forever.