[Sniper had let the thought leave his mind for a little while there, but he hadn't flat out forgotten it--more pressing things had just entered the foreground of his mind. Like talking, moving knights within picture frames. Still, he was curious about whatever Cloud was willing to tell him; he seemed like the secretive sort and Sniper always enjoyed hearing others' stories.
As Cloud spoke, Sniper allowed his gaze to stray from the book he held loosely in one hand and stared attentively at him, speculating about what he was talking about. A little girl whose eyes were infected...
He had to place one hand over one of his own eyes at the mental images that immediately sprung to his all too imaginative mind, fairy tales of insects coming out of eyes and black bile and all sorts of creepy terrors that sprang into the night. He shuddered.]
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As Cloud spoke, Sniper allowed his gaze to stray from the book he held loosely in one hand and stared attentively at him, speculating about what he was talking about. A little girl whose eyes were infected...
He had to place one hand over one of his own eyes at the mental images that immediately sprung to his all too imaginative mind, fairy tales of insects coming out of eyes and black bile and all sorts of creepy terrors that sprang into the night. He shuddered.]
Some sort of... parasite then, maybe?