( Matt smiles the patient smile of a man who has been reminded he is blind by about 89.99% of the people he's ever met, and nods. ) What gave me away? ( while it is at least distantly frustrating to have his disability pointed out to him on the regular, Matt knows there's no ill intent behind it. he doesn't take it personally, it's just something people don't expect until presented with it.
the magic mention is still a bit of a hard pill for him to swallow, though not as bad as it could be. there are spirits walking among them, they're in some eternally dark afterlife, and apparently he died before he realized his kung fu mentor had been right about magic all along. Matt is forcing himself to be more open to the concept, it does him no good to do anything less. )
Is it difficult? Do you need anything besides the raw material? ( Matt has decided he's gotten a good enough sense of the pile and has started sorting — and for someone who can't see, he does a decent job of matching material and size of what Quentin's already started. ) If you don't mind me asking.
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the magic mention is still a bit of a hard pill for him to swallow, though not as bad as it could be. there are spirits walking among them, they're in some eternally dark afterlife, and apparently he died before he realized his kung fu mentor had been right about magic all along. Matt is forcing himself to be more open to the concept, it does him no good to do anything less. )
Is it difficult? Do you need anything besides the raw material? ( Matt has decided he's gotten a good enough sense of the pile and has started sorting — and for someone who can't see, he does a decent job of matching material and size of what Quentin's already started. ) If you don't mind me asking.