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[ after a week of constantly bumping into shit and having to get people to lead him around from place to place, karkat vantas has to resort to desperate measures. it's a struggle even getting the tablet to work for him, and at first, he doesn't seem to notice it's recording, continuing to frown and fiddle with it for a little while, before he begins to speak. ]

So. [ one might notice that his pupils are unusually dilated, only the faintest ring of grey iris visible around the edges. ] I'm going to make this brief, if just because I'm only half convinced this thing is actually recording and I'm not just yodeling into the void, but thanks to the astonishingly warm welcome one of your residents gave me, I'm blind. And as I'm not the resident No Eyes Mcgee among my social circle, and I've walked into enough door frames over the past week that I'll be very surprised if I haven't sustained permanent brain injury, I'm requesting that one of you make yourself some vague parody of useful and fix it.

[ there is a pause, before, reluctantly; ]

It was a dragon, if that makes any difference.

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Okay. [ it's with a sigh that he gets up, and there's a certain amount of stumbling and cursing that he feels his way to the door, letting himself out and settling down outside it.

he doesn't bother fumbling with the tablet to try and turn off the feed; he just lets it time out. ]

[hymnals]

[It takes him a bit of searching, but Karkat isn't exactly easy to miss -- given the stature, the skin, the horns, etc. Adrasteius approaches swiftly; he lifts one foot and then teleports forward as he sets it down, bringing him directly in front of Karkat.

The spellwork is obvious to the naked eye, but Adrasteius can sense it, too -- see its structure, its energy. He kneels down beside Karkat, squinting.]

You say a dragon did this to you?

[crab]

Yeah. [ he blinks a little more often than is necessary, still automatically trying to clear his vision, even days later. ] After I so magnanimously attempted to broaden her exceptionally fucking limited mental horizons, this was my reward.

[hymnals]

Most dragons I've met are not that receptive to broadened horizons.

[Magic sparks at his fingertips; a shimmering, translucent thread that swirls around his palm. The thread -- so thin it's nearly invisible -- jumps from Adra's hand and encircles Karkat's head, glowing briefly before it bursts into glinting bits of light. The thread draws out the spell; eats it away.]

There you are. Better?

[crab]

[ he hisses, the restoration of his sight meaning the light of the corridor feels like two very insistent fingers jabbing him in both eyes, and there is a lot of blinking and squinting and cursing while he readjusts, but once he can hold his eyes open without them watering, the expression on his face is unmistakably one of relief. ]

Better. [ he confirms, even forgetting to sound irritable. ] Thanks.

[hymnals]

Gratitude! How extraordinarily refreshing.

[he sits back on his haunches, his eyes half-shut; appraising.]

The next time you want to mouth off to a dragon, let me know. I can bring back the dead, too.

[crab]

I don't think she'll kill me. [ he doesn't have iron certainty of it, but he hopes. ] She wants information out of me, and I can't do much blabbing if I'm dead.