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"Izuna, I'm telling you. Let me give you back your eyes, I'm a better sensor than you."
Madara watches as Izuna holds his hands out, groping his way around the livingroom. He bumps into the corner of their coffee table, then trips over the edge of a rug. Izuna glares.
"I'm not taking back my eyes, Nii-san, I gave them to you."
"Little Brother, you are being foolish," Madara says. "Take back your eyes. It is for your own good."
"What are you doing?" Izuna looks up sharply. "Nii-san! Are you gouging out your eyes?!"
"I'm doing this to help you."
"No, Nii-san! You'll go blind!"
"Then I'll give you just one, and we both can use our sight."
"But then you won't have depth perception and neither will I!"
In the bedroom, Hashi turns a page to her book. She reaches over to her cellphone and turns up the volume.