"Hrmm.." Damian's blue eyes fluttered while listening intently as Jane spoke. "I would think his continued seclusion, his desperation, is causing him to become more, uh, feral." With a wave of his hand over his face, he closed his eyes. "At first, I dismissed the loss of vision as a symptom of fading consciousness, but it has become apparent that the shade came before the attack." The younger wizard pointed his finger like a wand towards the veil. "That's what pointed me at Goldwasser. He couldn't help but make a show of abducting my predecessor under a cloud of darkness. Then, he was at the top of his power. Now, he's desperate, in hiding." This was punctuated with a huff.
"Have you been feeling well? Sensitivity to sunlight? Aversion to running water?" His voice softening, two fingers pressed against the scars on Jane's neck.
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