Heads

The man ignored Khan's comment and silently inspected his face. His tired eyes looked past the war paint, the unruly hair, and the cold expression to search for familiar traits. Upon finding them, some warmth and life invaded his exhausted expression.

"You look exactly like Elizabeth," The man exclaimed, wearing a faint smile. "She also used to give me these looks."

The comment took Khan by surprise. He expected the conversation to delve into heavy political topics immediately. That had been his experience with those lofty figures, and he was nothing more than a stranger in that environment. Yet, the man had opened with something that almost resembled affection.

Of course, Khan's cold expression and mindset didn't flinch. He simply recorded that detail and added it to his inspection of the man. Words couldn't achieve anything after everything he had gone through.