"You are," Micolash agrees meekly. His words are strained and cracking still from his outburst and the fear has yet to subside. He certainly should put nothing but utmost faith in Abysa, who has not once let him down since being taken in as his charge. But that pervasive, black-veined dread still slithers through the cracks, whispering what if, what if, what if.

What if Abysa DOES fail?
What if he's separated from the demon and it disrupts the process?
What if only one eye is restored and the other a lost cause?
What if his eyes are never quite the same and only for the worse?
What IF...

"...I must. I must take that offer. Please, Kin. Give me back my sight..."