[ jayce raises his shoulders a bit; his family never pursued any further medical treatment, especially when there was nothing that could really be done about about a condition so rare. only by some miracle that his vision isn't impaired to the point that he needs glasses— only his goggles when he's in front of the forge's fire, or when the brightness of a too-sunny day begins to hurt. ]
Monochromacy. [ he doesn't see . . . any type of hue. just whites, greys and blacks. ] And yours?
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Monochromacy. [ he doesn't see . . . any type of hue. just whites, greys and blacks. ] And yours?