Deacon's reply is maybe a beat too late, staring once again at the glowing eyes that should not be there. He'd maybe written them off as a coincidental accessory to the lantern Danse had been sporting previously, but there do not seem to be any additional scales on his body right now.
He's quiet for another minute, wondering if Danse really is that blind in low light, or if Deacon's eyes are so used to sunglasses that it actually gives him some kind of moleman vision... which even if that wasn't a thing, he's definitely going to make it one, now. To the first unfortunate drifter that asks about his life back home, anyway.
"I'm right here," he emphasizes, just perhaps a foot to the left of where Danse is frantically reaching for him. "Are you sure you're feeling okay?"
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Deacon's reply is maybe a beat too late, staring once again at the glowing eyes that should not be there. He'd maybe written them off as a coincidental accessory to the lantern Danse had been sporting previously, but there do not seem to be any additional scales on his body right now.
He's quiet for another minute, wondering if Danse really is that blind in low light, or if Deacon's eyes are so used to sunglasses that it actually gives him some kind of moleman vision... which even if that wasn't a thing, he's definitely going to make it one, now. To the first unfortunate drifter that asks about his life back home, anyway.
"I'm right here," he emphasizes, just perhaps a foot to the left of where Danse is frantically reaching for him. "Are you sure you're feeling okay?"