"The fuck is up that we're not all fucking dick chugging Fairest that can dance around and sparkle in the pretty lights of master's fucking bed chamber bulge munch."

His vision's finally back, and with it a desire for revenge. Unfortunately manipulating shadows in the presence of such a bright fairest is even more difficult than usual. He pulls himself more into the darkness instead of trying to blind the Fairest, feeling safer in the dark. The space where he stands even weirder looking than before, a dark shadowed mass in the middle of twisting tiles and walls, floor stretching and spinning in ways it never should.