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[sightlessclown]

[You might hear the sound of heavy, rasping breaths and stumbling feet before you see the person the sounds are coming from; Allen looks like he's been running for a while and has been forced by exhaustion to slow to a walk, though he's still hurrying along. He's holding his cane tightly in his right hand as usual - but his left is clamped tightly

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[trueapostle]

[He walks over to him, slowly.]

Allen, what's wrong?

[sightlessclown]

[that voice isn't familiar, and he frowns, debating with himself whether to risk looking or not]

Ah, it's... Rhode, she... she did something to me.

[trueapostle]

What did she do?

[sightlessclown]

[bitterly] She gave me my sight back... but it doesn't seem to want to allow me to see anything pleasant.

[trueapostle]

An illusion over your sight.

[He's keeping his tone carefully neutral, but he's not quite pleased by this.]

[sightlessclown]

[nods]

I don't know when it's going to end. [he's not even letting himself consider the possibility that it's permanent]