[ There's nothing about this that isn't hateful. Carver stays where he is, his hand braced against the wall. He's fought blind before - in training, out of necessity a few times - but those moments ended. He got his vision back. Whatever was limiting him faded.
This hasn't. And he feels clumsy, off balance. Horribly exposed.
The fear curls sour in him. If he can't see, his combat effectiveness is shot. And if he can't fight, then what use is he to the others? Nothing but dead weight. They'll leave him behind.
His fingers twitch. Gold keeps talking. Doesn't try to touch him. Probably for the best. ]
I'm not going outside like this.
[ His voice is tight, tension thrumming through him. ]
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This hasn't. And he feels clumsy, off balance. Horribly exposed.
The fear curls sour in him. If he can't see, his combat effectiveness is shot. And if he can't fight, then what use is he to the others? Nothing but dead weight. They'll leave him behind.
His fingers twitch. Gold keeps talking. Doesn't try to touch him. Probably for the best. ]
I'm not going outside like this.
[ His voice is tight, tension thrumming through him. ]
This is really fucking fun for me.