[ Really not in a mood for a lecture right now. Really not in the mood. Carver's fingers twitch again, then he exhales and holds out the folded cloth. Scarf? Whatever it was that Gold had on him and repurposed into a blindfold. And then he starts wondering what it is, exactly, that he's going to do while waiting for his sight to come back as magically as it vanished except go insane.
It's always been stillness that caught him. Idle hands.
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[ Really not in a mood for a lecture right now. Really not in the mood. Carver's fingers twitch again, then he exhales and holds out the folded cloth. Scarf? Whatever it was that Gold had on him and repurposed into a blindfold. And then he starts wondering what it is, exactly, that he's going to do while waiting for his sight to come back as magically as it vanished except go insane.
It's always been stillness that caught him. Idle hands.
Fuck. ]
It'll fade.
[ More to himself than Gold. ]
It's just a test.