“You did pluck out his eyes. Though I dunno, Blackbird … that eye hole on the left looks a little gouge-y.” She leans toward Thorsten with a scowl, scrutinizing the empty eye sockets as I bite down on a grin. “His left? Or my left?” “His left.” “Fuck off, it does not look gouge-y,” she says. Her doubt turns into a scowl as she looks back over her shoulder and catches the amusement in my eyes. “Dick.”
