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Your name is Terezi Pyrope, and you should not be able to see.
You know exactly how stupid that is. Of course you should see, you need your eyes to hunt and forage and keep yourself safe in the wilderness. Your lusus certainly won't do it for you. And yet, you can't let go of the feeling that life would feel so much more right if you could do those things blind.
Blind, blind, b-l-i-n-d, sightless as a leather-winged squeakbeast.
You keep your eyes shut whenever you can and buy books in trollbraille to teach yourself how to read it and feel like scum for about a thousand different reasons. You are being ungrateful and shunning the gifts the mother grub blessed you with. You are being stupid expecting to have your cake and eat it too, fantasizing about becoming an invalid who is still somehow lauded with praise for their accomplishments. You are being cowardly and will not even go through with one of your many, many half-baked plans.
You wish you could settle on one reason to feel bad.
You whisper to your lusus through her shell and tell her everything, hoping that the day she hatches she'll know exactly what's wrong with you and how to fix it. But even if she could say anything back, you get the feeling she wouldn't understand even a little.
Why would she?