[Surprise filters into Fayt's gaze, and he shifts on the bed to face Cliff fully after that confession. He'd wondered over the past week what his screw up had ultimately cost Cliff but....] Your vision? How bad?
[He leans over a little on his hands, trying to get a good look at his eyes.]
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[He leans over a little on his hands, trying to get a good look at his eyes.]