Redhawk Caldera Only blue or black days

They were a bunch of crazies, for sure. Crazy or infirm, anyway. But self pity did not suit the dark male, and Njal was about to let him know as much - trying to find the right way to say get over it without sounding like a total ass about the situation was difficult - except Peregrine mentioned giving up the position. To Njal himself of all people; granted, it was only a comment. The idea did not sit well with the drugged up old man though.

"Either your eye will fix itself, or it won't. But nobody can lead this place except you and Fox," it wasn't an outright refusal but there was a tone in Njal's voice that amounted to as much. The leadership of the pack was no joking matter, and even in his broken down and foggy state, Njal knew that. "You might wake up one day with your eye restored, or maybe with special mutant powers to compensate. The good thing is, you're alive, and you have time to adapt. All is not lost."

Things sounded too serious now. As an after-thought, Njal returned to the topic of leadership (specifically his brand of leadership, which didn't go over well; he remembered the glacier bitterly), and sluggishly mumbled, "I'm old now anyway. I'd take the fun out of everything." Not to mention, there was no guarantee that he'd be completely healthy once his leg mended.