Martin hums softly, considering how to answer that. It's a good question — he might even consider it an interesting question if this weren't all so fraught. He's not sure how much to tell. There's a point where wanting her to be fairly informed crosses into sharing too much, giving her more to fear than she really needs. A difficult boundary to mark.
"Well," he says slowly, angling for simple and to-the-point, "where we come from, different kinds of fears would sort of... manifest in different ways. And the one that was drawn to him was sort of about knowledge. Like the fear of being watched. So it often comes out like... eyes."
Granted, it's never quite happened to him this way. John's occasional intrusions into his nightmares are unsettling, but he's never had his body altered like what seems to have happened to Gwenny. It sounds horrible. But he's not certain if it would scare him as much as it scared her, or in the same way. To him, the deepest and most abiding fears planted by the Eye were more about being vulnerable and being perceived. The better for the Lonely to swoop in like it meant to protect him from all that, he thinks with a faint, bitter wince.
"It doesn't always happen like... like what you're describing," he says, because that might sort of be comforting, if you squint. This is still all leaning on his own guesses, for the most part, and he would prefer to be truthful, even when the truth is frustratingly vague. "Unfortunately we don't really know a lot about how it works. We were brought here before we could learn much." He rubs the back of his neck and looks away. "Though I think it would've also been much worse for both of us if we'd stayed."
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"Well," he says slowly, angling for simple and to-the-point, "where we come from, different kinds of fears would sort of... manifest in different ways. And the one that was drawn to him was sort of about knowledge. Like the fear of being watched. So it often comes out like... eyes."
Granted, it's never quite happened to him this way. John's occasional intrusions into his nightmares are unsettling, but he's never had his body altered like what seems to have happened to Gwenny. It sounds horrible. But he's not certain if it would scare him as much as it scared her, or in the same way. To him, the deepest and most abiding fears planted by the Eye were more about being vulnerable and being perceived. The better for the Lonely to swoop in like it meant to protect him from all that, he thinks with a faint, bitter wince.
"It doesn't always happen like... like what you're describing," he says, because that might sort of be comforting, if you squint. This is still all leaning on his own guesses, for the most part, and he would prefer to be truthful, even when the truth is frustratingly vague. "Unfortunately we don't really know a lot about how it works. We were brought here before we could learn much." He rubs the back of his neck and looks away. "Though I think it would've also been much worse for both of us if we'd stayed."