Yeah. Sorry for running you in circles. It's just that I've never seen someone walking around with a blindfold on.

[A totally understandable reason for messing with Emil, right. Henry brushes at Emil's shoulder; the glitter is rustled from his clothes, but a lot of it remains stuck. The beauty of microglitter. Henry hums.]

Why are you blocking your vision, anyhow? Are you scared of the gruesome nature of reality?