[ He's blind. That's the first thing he realizes. Only, not quite - he can still see the dots of blue and red. The beacons of light. Those are the only things he knows, and he doesn't trust the sense he gets from any of them. Something else is telling him that blue is safe, red is not, and that the monsters must be hunted, and he refuses to take it at face value.
But it is all he has to go on. So he goes right for any light he can see, red, blue or not. At first. His first encounter of the night doesn't go well, and after that, he actively avoids every light he sees.
But that won't last forever. Especially when he can't navigate this awful fucking hallway. It twists and turns, and he can't keep his footing.
And even if he makes it through that, there's so much more to try and navigate while blind. A room full of water, falling up, that makes Royce feel seasick as he crawls his way across the thin, narrow pathway. A room that's oppressive and stuffy, that when Royce puts his hand on the wall to steady himself it feels like the building itself is sweating, condensation sliding down the peeling plaster and paint. He's pretty sure he walks upside down at some point, feet glued to the floor or the ceiling, his hood and cloak hanging off of him.
And all the while, he's avoiding the lights. Especially the monsters, though it's almost impossible in some rooms. ]
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But it is all he has to go on. So he goes right for any light he can see, red, blue or not. At first. His first encounter of the night doesn't go well, and after that, he actively avoids every light he sees.
But that won't last forever. Especially when he can't navigate this awful fucking hallway. It twists and turns, and he can't keep his footing.
And even if he makes it through that, there's so much more to try and navigate while blind. A room full of water, falling up, that makes Royce feel seasick as he crawls his way across the thin, narrow pathway. A room that's oppressive and stuffy, that when Royce puts his hand on the wall to steady himself it feels like the building itself is sweating, condensation sliding down the peeling plaster and paint. He's pretty sure he walks upside down at some point, feet glued to the floor or the ceiling, his hood and cloak hanging off of him.
And all the while, he's avoiding the lights. Especially the monsters, though it's almost impossible in some rooms. ]