[Try as he might not to see anything at all, shadows follow Sunny everywhere he goes. He can't pretend to understand why, not anymore here than back home. At Miles' question, he can only shake his head, shrug his shoulders. He feels around his face again - it had felt so much like his blindfold, a mask, was burning itself into his face, but...no. It's still just a piece of fabric. He taps it and nods toward Miles. All he really knows is...these coverings mean...something...]
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