[ Stein, though mad as a box of frogs, seems at least sincere. Break sits quietly, making no more moves towards that screw. ]

I haven't trusted the information from my eye for some time. I've adapted. Besides...

[ He pauses, weighing his options. His default is not to entrust anyone with his secrets; to take all his burdens onto himself. However, if he has learned anything from what's happened to him here, it's that he has to accept help sometimes. ]

...my vision is the least of my problems, right now.