Kuro never listened to his request. Instead, he stared at Aoba in confusion. It was expected from the demon, but he didn't expect his head to be lifted by gentle hands. It made him tense, his wings pulling close to him to show it. He didn't want to show and give a clear view of his sadness, but he didn't want to pull away from Kuro either. When fingers trailed down his cheeks Aoba shut his eyes, and waited to be let go. When Kuro finally did, Aoba looked down at the fresh wounds. It made him clutch the end of his robe tightly as he continued his examining. He had seen where the scars came from, and new where each was placed. There was no need to examine him. It was a horrible sight to see and he didn't want to remember the torture. 

When Kuro spoke Aoba couldn't help but tear up once more. Quickly, he wiped his eyes before he the tears start to flow, or before the guards notice and think Kuro did something wrong. "I need you to...turn for me..." Aoba managed to say. He wanted to focus on the job. Although, the images were probably going to startle him for awhile. It made him shudder a little and he only turned his head when Kuro continued to talk about it more, gently moving his hand in the process. Since Kuro wouldn't move, Aoba went about healing his arm as much as he could. He held his wrist to keep it steady as he started healing. The wound was deep, but being so meticulous Aoba made sure it would at least closed. Clearing the scars would have to come later, too much blood had left Kuro. 

The treatment was almost like the first day again. Aoba was quiet, carefully treating all his wounds before getting to the ones on his back, mainly because Kuro wouldn't turn. This time though, he didn't care about getting dirtied, so his clothes had blood stains and he had some of Kuro's blood on his hands. He knew he would regret it when he was done, but the kid didn't think about it at the time. 

The guards had been curious and a little on edge when Kuro had his hands on Aoba's face. They knew Aoba wouldn't last a day if that demon was at his prime. But seeing how calm both were, the two turned around, once again not entertained by the demon. And it was the night shift, so all the guards really wanted to do was get some sleep. And they'd do just that when Aoba left.

This time most of the injuries were on Kuro's back, so once he was done, he decided to clean up the blood spilled everywhere. There was no point of leaving Kuro in such a filthy place. Quietly, the little angel finally looked him the eyes, remembering all that animosity he showed towards the other angels. He tensed a little, but held his ground and waited for Kuro to move in to his stomach, giving help where it was needed.