"I'm not going near it," the knight snaps, and if he was irked before, he's revolted now. Of course he knows that mark, knows exactly how the man behind him earned it, and the idea of using it for pleasure is disgusting. He tenses, ready to fight his way out in earnest, but the other Kevin's one remaining eye suddenly grows very cold indeed.

"You think you're better than me, don't you?" the swordsman asks. "You're not. Everything in me that lead me to make the choices I made is in you, too, and you know it."

The one-eyed one isn't moving his hands over the other's body anymore, but the knight grows still all the same, hearing his own voice speak the sentiments he's terrified of. Everything feels all twisted around -- the past, the future, the fact that he is literally holding himself down right at this moment. His stillness is an opening, and the swordsman doesn't take it. He's well aware that his lover probably will.