I cannot-

[How can she say it? That rather than grow used to the eye in her head over time, that each day she grows more hateful and resentful? That she is beginning to think... that it is poisoning her hearts? That she is-

That she is in love, and it is killing her to be so afraid of betraying that precious feeling to some unknown enemy that she can never look at that man with two eyes? Or even one, without anxiety over the threat of the other?]

I cannot be like this any more.

I know it is a difficult thing I asked of you, but-

You may lower the standards.

I do not care if it is someone less skilled, or riskier, or experimental. I just...

I want the eye out. I know there may not be enough time before this Oracle, but-

I need it out.