“Speaking from experience. Hm. That’s good.” Comforting in its own right, even if it automatically means that he’s been through untold amounts of shit. She’s not here to feel sorry for someone’s sob story, and he doesn’t seem the type to blather on about one. What a pair.

She hears the slight scuff of his shoes against the snow-covered ground and decides they must be moving now. She shifts the cane to her other side as she moves carefully forward. She tries to keep the sound of him close, and follow it. “I suppose most people don’t know about.l it existing at all. I didn’t, before The Institute.”

A smirk tugs upwards on one corner of her mouth. Straight and to the point, no chaser. “Well, I drove an awl into each of them, so I’m not sure how I’d ever get my sight back.” Casual. Light. Like she didn’t just deliver something ripped straight from a horror film.