[she pushes her hair out of her face and works her eyepatch off with one hand, letting the night air wash over her. her glass eye glitters in the pale light, silver and gold veins across a darkened surface. she can't see it, but knows it well enough by now to imagine what it looks like.]

And this is the part where you tell me that the best way to ease it along is to get out there and start talking about it. Don't carry it all. [we are all our hands and holders, right?]

Still don't know how much good tonight'll do me in the light of day. Meeting a whole lot of people who get my worst side as their first impression.