Arrow Lake It becomes perfect when you learn to accept it for what it is

Mmmhmhmhmhmh, he chuckled wordlessly. It was quite a weird sensation. He wondered what it felt like on a teat, and did not envy Aure one bit. Then he caught sight of the tiny paw making a beeline toward his eyeball, and squeezed his lids shut, shaking his head in infinitesimal but insistent denial.

No way, kiddo, Verx said, voice firm. Blackhead already took half my voice; you ain't gonna take half my vision. I won't allow that. It was a joke, but his tone was tinged with sadness. Would Dragomir ever hear what he'd sounded like before? He'd never really know the real Vercingetorix--

Which was probably a good thing, but it still upset him, in a way he couldn't quite explain.