He’s already seen my eyes. Why not let me speak to him? They’re my eyes, I stammered. Mine, not yours! They should be black, not yellow. Should they? he purred. You said so yourself. I’m getting stronger. When I remained silent, the Nightmare swaddled my mind in darkness. What’s yours is mine when the shadows draw near. You asked for my help—and now I am here. With your eyes I do see, with your ears I do hear. There’s no going back—this is payment, my dear.
