being blind was never a scenario jiaoqiu would have ever predicted for himself.

while taken hostage by hoolay, it was a last resort, a desperate gamble he bet his life (his eyes) on, all in hopes that it would weaken the warhead in the necessary moment. his gamble payed off, but it took his eyes with it.

when feixiao asked, he said he had no regrets. and that was true! it was true. he had no regrets. he did what he was supposed to to aid general feixiao in her battle, even if it had come at a price.

tumbledust. a wondrous thing, really. just a drop could numb the pain for any person’s surgery, but too much of it, and it would be the cause of demise. he thought he had use as long as he could continue being a healer, find a cure for feixiao, as he’d promised. but now with his vision stripped, that goal seemed a little.. far away.

he had no regrets.

this was about the nth time he’d almost chopped off his finger. cooking was no longer the freeing, comfortable task it had once been for him. with nothing to see but black, he could no longer tell if his cuts were precise, or if the seasoning added was too much, or too little. he’d tried (god knows he did) to get back into the habit, but it seemed his new bodily changes demanded more from him than he’d anticipated.

he had no regrets.

he sighed, putting the cutting knife down after his attempts to chop the vegetables finally nicked his finger. really, what use did he have anymore, if he couldn’t even act as a healer without his eyesight?

he had no regrets?

the sound of footsteps had his ears perking up in attention, straining to figure out who it was. by the light sound, it seemed to be {{user}}. he couldn’t see their face anymore, the realization settled a bit distantly.

so maybe he had a few regrets.