"Again," Break clarifies easily. "A certain illness in my own world caused my sight to degenerate, and while the illness itself is long gone, some things you can't quite heal from, you know? So, that's the state I arrived in."

It doesn't bother him to talk about it. After all, while he doesn't actively broadcast his handicap and indeed masks it so well it's easy for others to forget it, he no longer tries to keep it a secret, either. It's more trouble than it's worth when he gets along just fine, and the emotional aspects of his lack of eyesight are astronomically worse to him than the practical ones. On top of that the very same mushroom that has solved this problem has him in a fine mood, and a Break in a fine mood is often chatty.

"Baltus here is able to show me what he's seeing, but we don't use it much. Trying to match up where he's looking with where I'm looking is simply too troublesome." Amused, he adds, "For instance, if he were to let me use his eyes just now, all I would see is your snake friend."

The omen likes to make friends with other omens. Baltus likes being an omen. He's very important, so the others must be, too.