"My depth perception is going to be shit." Angry, now, but he'd done this to himself. Insisted on carrying a sword. Stood at Alistair's side. Shoved him out of the way. Right now the practical is what he loops around over and over. To look deeper into it might be his undoing.

Adapt or die. He needs to adapt. It is unlikely that dying will solve anything, here.

"...Please." If he failed to tie a simple not one more time, he might scream. Or look for a knife.