For Mable, his face shifted, showing that false smile for a few moments longer. For Sera, John's silver skin was slowly dulling and blurring, her reflection was fading. He was still feeling bad for pushing Fawkes out. "I'm awful at singing. Nails on a chalkboard sound better than I do," he moaned.
His shoulders rose and fell. "I just try to help folks who need it most. No one deserves to be unloved and cast off like that. It's really not that hard to be a nice person." He paused, "Although there is something to be said for being too helpful."