"Incorrect," Tzadok answered for himself, his voice calm and measured, carrying the patience of someone who had long since grown accustomed to answering strange questions. "I just feel like being one of those characters who does not open their eyes for today. It is a stylistic choice, nothing more. Sometimes a closed eye can see more than an open one, or so I have heard."
"Oh, so it is that time of the year?" Ash looked up in thought, his gaze scanning the intricate weave on the ceiling above them; a beautiful pattern of vines and fibers that had been braided together into a work of art that was both functional and decorative.
His dark eyes traced the lines and curves as if searching for answers among them. "Your Divine Eye of Sys and Cosmic Eye are acting out, right? They are causing you trouble again, and you are trying to rest them."
Tzadok clicked his tongue and threw his head to the side in a gesture of annoyance, his bright red hair shifting with the movement.
