Chaos Mode [pack meeting & feast]

Veigar's attention was zeroed in on Medusa when she started to speak, listening for anything relevant to him. He didn't expect much of anything. He'd pulled his weight during the raid, he'd done as best as he was able but he'd been caught off-guard in his second fight and he'd been quickly overpowered. He hadn't stopped to consider what anyone else thought of his performance, not when he was so deeply disappointed in himself.

He listened attentively, though still was caught off-guard when he was addressed directly. His head lifted slightly, though it remained tilted down toward the ground, sightless eyes downcast. "Thank you, Medusa. I accept," he said simply, glumly - he truly was not sure he deserved it but he wouldn't argue, instead vowing to do better than he had before. Maybe he'd do well in finding someone to train him, maybe not someone who had experience with fighting without sight but someone he could confide in nonetheless who could help him work around his disability.

Even thinking the word left a foul taste in his mouth. Like he was damaged, like he was less - and that was exactly how he felt. He fell silent as the rest of the meeting went on, listening to the promotions given out and the rest of the news given. He had nothing further to add, and instead waited for the meeting to end so he could crawl back to solitude.