"My eyes... they focus on everything."
She explained, while looking up.
"Like right now, one of my eyes is looking at your right eye, another is counting the dark dots that space your blue eyes, finding a total of twenty-six of them."
"Another is looking at your horns, noticing the extra smoothness of it, while another notices the jaggedness at the end of it."
"All of those things I mentioned are only four, and I have twelve alone in my right arm."
She mentioned, and White's spine chilled.
"Now, to me, there's no such thing as useless information. All of it is forced into my mind all at once, and it's forced to process them."
"If I take a walk around in the night, when the morning comes..."
"You'll be mentally exhausted from all of the processing."
White completed.
"Basically."
She said.
"Must be hard living with that many eyes."
He consoled, but she shook her head.
"Not really, and that's the human superpower."
