[He twirls a strand around his finger idly, still taking in the little subtleties of her face. It was amazing how well he could remember them all even after this long. How often had he thought about her these years? His memories of her had never faded, not even a little bit.
He doesn't answer her questions for a moment, lowering his head slightly. Without speaking, he reaches for her hands and guides them up to his face, pressing her fingers to either side of the visor. With a gentle tug it lifts, the lights flickering off as it comes away in her hands.
There's a scar across his nose now, thin and healed over, and his eyes are closed. He opens them to glance in her direction-- a blind glance, through her rather than at her, the dark brown of his eyes long faded, muted and milky.
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He doesn't answer her questions for a moment, lowering his head slightly. Without speaking, he reaches for her hands and guides them up to his face, pressing her fingers to either side of the visor. With a gentle tug it lifts, the lights flickering off as it comes away in her hands.
There's a scar across his nose now, thin and healed over, and his eyes are closed. He opens them to glance in her direction-- a blind glance, through her rather than at her, the dark brown of his eyes long faded, muted and milky.
There is no mistaking it. He's blind.]