[???'s POV]

You'd never expect such a gentle creature would be Mazen. Bandages so gently wrapped around her wrists, a gentleness you'd never expect to see nor feel from Mazen. Her eyes so caring, so angelic. Mazens eyes weren't like that at all, not in the time I've known her, her eyes were cold and corrupt, but beautiful. Striking even. They tell a story I can't understand. But these eyes, these caring, angelic eyes, in them the story just seems gone, they lost the story I long to know. If only to understand Mazen. Understand why she is the way she is. Maybe that'll happen someday.

But all I know, is this gentle creature is not my Mazen. Not the rough Mazen with calloused hands, a crooked nose and teeth that just seem to get even sharper as the nights of fighting go on. Hair that seems so clean yet so messy at the same time, the back flowing to each side while the front of the hair seems so cleanly straight, you would've assumed she had straightened it with a straightener. But not my Mazen, she didn't care on that. It was just her natural disgusting beauty.

Or maybe it is her, maybe the gentle healer is my Mazen. The gentle healer that heals somebody oh so magically, then the person ends up dead years later. Maybe that is my Mazen. Maybe.