Aemond did not care if he wasn't thinking rationally. He wanted that foolish, rotten boy's eye in exchange for the one he lost so many years ago. The resentment he felt threatened to consume him as he thought of the years of torment he had endured at his half-sister's bastards' hands. It burned him from the inside out like hellfire.

He ripped off his eye patch, showing off to the boy exactly which sin he'd committed. His right eye, replaced by the sapphire he had taken to wearing instead, gleamed in the light, somehow more malevolent than his remaining eye which showed his burning hatred for the boy in front of him as clear as day.

"I want you to put out your eye! Put it out or I shall take it!" He shouted, making as if to lunge at that insufferable boy. Hands around his middle stopped him, and your quiet voice sounded in his ear. He couldn't even listen to you, the rage making his chest tight and his remaining eye wild with the sheer volume of emotion.