It was something unlike pain, but not unknown to discomfort. It defined itself more as unnatural, a scrape against the senses, a jolting grasping into places that should maintain themselves as untouchable, and in that singular violation--

There was a sharp inhale that Mikado wasn't aware of making. The distance given to the situation dispersed and he squeezed his other eye shut against the perversion of it. Perhaps the thing that was worse beyond all else, is that the doctor did what he said, and did not tear the optic nerve. Sight shifted and gave itself at odd angles--he found himself viewing his cheek at one point, without any way of canceling the sight. Something that would stay with him, perhaps; the fear of being only able to see.