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Pan assured him he'd adapt. Peregrine said nothing. He didn't really have a choice, did he? But he found himself not wanting to dwell on any of this all of a sudden. His eyesight was gone and it wasn't coming back. There was nothing to be done. At least he had one good eye (thankfully, it didn't occur to him to fear losing it too) and he could still see, just not the same way as before.

"We should talk about something else," he said after a stretch of silence, his voice only a little gruff. "I need a distraction." It vaguely reminded him of using Lasher to help him get over Junior's supposed death way back in the day, though he barely gave it conscious thought. He turned his good eye on Pan, hoping he could come provide some kind of diversion.