Charles gently pressed his hand against his empty eye socket. He had been too excited earlier to notice that only one of his eyeballs had been restored; his right socket was still vacant.
"My child, one eye is enough for now. You must know that treating this eye exhausted a great deal of our resources. You'll have to sort out the other one yourself," the Pope's voice returned to its kind, feigned gentleness.
Charles frowned slightly at the old man before him. He always had an unsettling feeling about the Pope; he suspected the man could have cured both of his eyes but was deliberately vexing him.
However, Charles also knew that since the Pope had already helped him, it wasn't his place to make further demands.
The sudden return of his sight felt unbelievably good, enough to lift his spirits, which had been dampened by the news of the Doctor's death.
