Taher hung his head low, not from being dejected, but to hide his eyes from Sheva. He remembered full well a lesson he learned from a YouTube video, and the man really treated the lesson as gospel.
'Remember, eyes are the window to your soul. If you don't want people to read you easily, you have to control your eyes.'
Yeah, that was just a short, yet somehow a very specific lesson. Taher himself forgot what video it was that he watched firsthand and why. However, the lesson stuck, especially as a chess player, since he didn't want his opponent to get a grasp on his current emotion.
That was why he looked so cold right now, not even showing any hint of emotion, even though he had just climbed from hell to get his second life.
On the outside, yeah, it might indeed look like he didn't care. However, inwardly. The man was jumping in ecstasy, punching the air while also shouting so loudly to celebrate this. Under the table, his fists tightened, sweat formed on his palm slowly.
