He closed his remaining eye and half collapsed back onto the bed. A low sound, something as angry as it was hurt, while he tried to parse the fact that he'd lost an eye. His mind wouldn't focus on it; he kept getting bits of it and then shying away. He didn't have an eye. He was going to be ugly now. He didn't have an eye. How was he going to shoot? He didn't have an eye. What if that would keep Aya and Dilan from ever loving him?

"I love you." he finally mumbled.