He peeks around his feathers to stare at the masked man. “Do you wear the mask purely for show or are you hiding something underneath ?”
Silence. Silence was not something Jhin enjoyed. Still… it was sometimes the most perfect, appropriate answer. The most precise one too. Narrow malicious eyes became even thinner, as the serial killer smirked devilishly. Under the mask. behind the bulwark.
What else to answer anyway... when behind the mask only lay another one ? No face. Just a black mask, covering entirely the Virtuoso’s grinning unbearable face, his head even, as his long metallic fingers grabbed his pale mask and withdraw it in a theatrical fashion.
And the deep low, sinister, chuckle that resonated from the depths of the human-sized disarticulated puppet seemed to echo inside his own rib cage, as if it was completely empty.