The murmur was anything but comforting and yet it did just that-- Mikado took a shaky breath inward and tried to restrain his own movements. He had no want to lose his sight, all else considered. No matter what, in this kind of situation, he'd--

He'd rather not lose anything.

There was a settling of that outside object, and then there was the horrific sensation again of his eye being moved, looking at things without having control over it, and he made a sound again, quiet and an almost whispered moan, and with a wet pressing, his eye was back where it was supposed to be.

He couldn't close it with that item still there, but there was at least, finally, the knowledge that the man wasn't just going to rip it out after all. His other eye blinked rapidly, tear ducts overflowing, and he began to breathe in hitched breaths.

There was the want to ask if it was done, but the boy found he didn't have the ability to speak.