They.. aren't threatening to put out his eyes, are they? No, no. He's being unflattering again, he's sure, but just in case, he slides on the glasses.
(Everyone hates his eyes, but honestly, he doesn't understand why. He likes them better than the rosewood they should be: the way they blind him in the light is thoroughly unlovable, but they look nice against the swarthy complexion of his skin, and they go well with his clothes.)
(It's not like it's an actual mutation. Some of the people they let past the culling pits these days are honestly distressing; he saw a girl with multiple pupils, for heavens sake, and yet no one understood when he commented on that.)
The world is comfortably tinted when he opens his eyes, and for the first time in hours, he can actually see with some clarity. It's just in time, too, because the jadeblood steps forward, her chin set, and he can actually see her face, rather than a sunbleached gray blob.
He's good with faces, and he doesn't know her at all.
"Um," he says, glancing towards OA - no, Riccin, evidently. He doesn't recognise this Marduk, although the name seems familiar, and evidently, neither do they. "I'm sorry, but - who are you, exactly?"
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(Everyone hates his eyes, but honestly, he doesn't understand why. He likes them better than the rosewood they should be: the way they blind him in the light is thoroughly unlovable, but they look nice against the swarthy complexion of his skin, and they go well with his clothes.)
(It's not like it's an actual mutation. Some of the people they let past the culling pits these days are honestly distressing; he saw a girl with multiple pupils, for heavens sake, and yet no one understood when he commented on that.)
The world is comfortably tinted when he opens his eyes, and for the first time in hours, he can actually see with some clarity. It's just in time, too, because the jadeblood steps forward, her chin set, and he can actually see her face, rather than a sunbleached gray blob.
He's good with faces, and he doesn't know her at all.
"Um," he says, glancing towards OA - no, Riccin, evidently. He doesn't recognise this Marduk, although the name seems familiar, and evidently, neither do they. "I'm sorry, but - who are you, exactly?"