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"Speech!"


Being blind certainly wasn't getting any easier, though the man could admit that he was learning to deal with it a bit better. It'd been weeks since that wretched witch took his sight, and although he wasn't sure he'd ever get it back, he was coping with it a bit better now. Of course, he still felt pretty useless being unable to hunt and patrol properly, but that didn't stop him from stopping to pee on everything at the borders just to feel somewhat useful. He was the Reaper, afterall. He needed to be doing something to aid in the wellbeing of the Armada and if he couldn't train their members or provide food, he may as well put his bladder to good use.

With a huff and a sign, Magnus was wandering at the borders though within them enough to not stray outside of them without noticing. He'd been considering trying to spar somebody, just to see how he fared, but his ego was a little too strong to take a loss, even in a friendly training spar. Maybe he'd have to ask Mortis; he'd go easy on him, right?

A familiar scent derailed his train of thought and he paused to find the direction of the Empress. Although it wasn't immediately clear he was blind, his slow, reaching steps in the direction of where he hoped Venom was was likely enough of a clue that something was wrong with his sight. Plus he wasn't walking at his regular speed and his head was turned slightly off center. One could definitely tell something was wrong with him, but probably not at first glance.

"Venom, is that you?" He asked, hoping that he wasn't just speaking to her trail.