driftfleet | losing it hurt the first time

Who: Undertaker and WHOEVER!
Broadcast: Video
Action: On the Goldstone, in the lab where Undertaker works
When: Naow

The loss of 20/20 vision had been a crippling thing when his life ended all that time ago and Undertaker found himself thrown to the mercies of the afterlife and what awaited him upon his suicide. No one needed to explain it to him then, but it was a form of control enacted by the gods, designed to keep everyone who followed those same footsteps in check. By degrading vision, something people relied on heavily, and giving them a singular means to correct it, the higher ups were assured that those under their employ would follow the rules.

Only they hadn't counted on Undertaker and what he did to bend those rules. Those first few weeks after his escape had been painful, to say the least. First with the injuries that led to his many scars, then to the headaches as he taught himself painstakingly to live without spectacles. Oh, it hadn't been easy, but it had all been necessary.

Now, it was necessary again, and all in the opposite direction. He was well aware of what he had been missing, forcing himself to cope with only half of the sight he should have had, and what he paid for in the wonders around him, he gained independence. Getting it all back, having his sight not only corrected, but improved, now that one hurt. He had tried to tolerate it, tried to fight through it. But it's quite clear to anyone who comes across him or views the footage that he's having a time of it.

Every few moments, he has to stop what he's doing and cover his eyes. This happens several times before he stops completely and feels his way to a seat in the lab and just sits there, face in both hands, and groans aloud where he thinks no one can hear him.

Poor him. If only he knew...

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I have not done good things in my life though it was with reason. At least having to deal with mourning families would have meant more... I wouldn't have been doing what I was.

[Well, there's a telling moment if he's ever seen one. He didn't ask for the information, but it's been his experience that people won't offer something unless they want the story to be told.]

Bit of regret there, I see. I've been no saint myself, but if ever you want to talk about it... My eyes are useless, but the old ears work just fine.

Of course. It is hard not to regret what I have done with my life though I have reasons. Thank you. I will consider the offer, but it is appreciated.

[He nods. That was more or less what he had expected, but he could live with that.]

And you're welcome, all the same. There are too few people in this fleet as it is. Might not be much for pickings, but I don't think we're a bad bunch here. Least, not all of us.

Agreed. We don't have a lot of people here. We need to support each other as much as possible. If there is anything you ever want to share as well, I am willing to listen.

[He brings up a finger to tap at his chin with a long nail, considering even though he doesn't even really need to think about it.]

In time, there will be something. There always is, now and then. But before all of that, tea or coffee?

If that is an invitation for a drink, either would be good. I do not see the distinction between the two though others are more picky.

[That has his amusement all over again.]

Oh? Well, a rare one, you are. I can truthfully say, I've hardly ever met someone who had no preference between the two. I'm partial to tea myself, but I can make any you like. We'll let you take your pick when we meet up.

Neither were common in my world so they are both new to me. I suppose I just never developed a taste for one over the other. If tea is what you prefer, then tea is what we can have. We shall figure out a time to meet up for it.

[He nodded, blinking again to try and see any better, and found it easier by fractions. At least it was going away, however slowly.]

Ah, well, that's a shame. We'll have to let you try your fill of it while you're here then. I'm almost always in the lab here, but I can make time after my hours. It's a sad thing when you're the ship's doctor and your first patient is you. [There's a giggle, but nothing really to it.] Until then, I suppose.

Yes, that would be good. I would appreciate it if you would make a tea that you like when I come over. Is tomorrow too soon?

[That way he can also see how his progress is]

Oh, heavens, no. Please, stop by whenever you like. This is just a spell. I'm sure I'll be right as rain in no time.

[Sooner than later, likely, but he won't press. These plans were made on the spot, after all.]

Then I will stop by tomorrow. And if you need anything, feel free to let me know.

Very kind of you, sir. I'll be sure to have the water boiling for us when you arrive.

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