Monsters

Veigar was beyond pleased that the boy seemed entertained by his strange new quirk. He hadn't paid a lot of mind to it either, assuming at first it was just some strange side effect of the sickness he'd been afflicted with, but.. it seemed to not be fading as time went on. It didn't matter much though, but apparently kids got a kick out of it, or at least this one kid did. Humoring him, he repeated what he'd done before, letting a longer trail of spit slide down from his teeth and toward the ground. This time he didn't bother to suck it back in, letting it drip from his chin and lifting a paw to wipe it away. Once it came in touch with anything the glow faded into nothingness.

"Cool," he replied to his greeting, the boy's name registering in his brain - and his voice. His face was recognizable even from a huge distance, but he wasn't hopeful his sight would get any better, though he was trying not to think too much about it. "Yeah, I mean I'm mostly happy." It was... hard to say for sure, and his voice betrayed some of that uncertainty. Being sick had been terrible - not just the physical symptoms, but the madness that had followed - but hearing his mother again had been worth it... hadn't it? She'd been real, he was sure of it, even though he knew he ought to rationalize that he'd just been sick and hearing things. If given the chance he'd trade his health for another chance to see her, to talk to her... but it wasn't like it was up to him.

"I'm having trouble seeing lately too," Veigar admitted after a long, awkward pause. Maybe admitting that wasn't a good idea, but Viscera had brought it up first and he wondered foolishly if he was suffering from something similar. "Everything is a little.. blurry, I guess. And it's not going anyway. Is it like that for you?" Expectantly he watched the younger boy, hoping he had some clarity for him.