Redhawk Caldera Your words cut deeper than a knife

Nightjar's head cocked when Fox asked about his eye. What made her think it was his eye? It didn't occur to him that his statement was incredibly vague, concerning even. He thought everyone knew. The fact that no one could possibly know his experiences didn't occur to him either. Rarely did he think anything through, and this was just another of those times that Nightjar's lack of intelligence showed.

"Dad's eye is broke," he pointed out, then he flapped his dead ear and said, "my ear's broke." Didn't that make them the same thing? Invalids, both of them. Sadly, Peregrine's loss of sight mid-life was a little more devastating than Nightjar being born half deaf, and sight was harder to adjust to. Nightjar couldn't hear on his left side and often cocked his head to compensate, but at least it didn't affect his motor skills. Peregrine would not only be unable to see, he would be unable to perceive depth. Unable to run confidently, at least for a long time. It was depressing.

Not that Nightjar really thought about, or knew about, any of that.