[ ....standing slouched, hands shoved in his pockets, yellow strands poking from underneath the piece of cloth on his head. He reaches for it, tugs it over his eyes in silence... then pulls it off completely, hand dropping to his side, the soft material crumpled in its grip. ]
For those guys, keep your “flame” burning to the end.
[ points one finger at the watcher, a small smile on his face. Blue eyes shine in the dim. ]