[ He tries to tilt his face away for a moment before giving up on the attempt. It does not matter- not to Bull. This is his vanity at work, nothing more.

With more hesitance than it probably deserves, Zevran tugs the patch off, blinking in the light. Nothing on the one side but a milky, film over his eye, scars along his cheek and brow. ]

I have spent most of the past decade living in spite of them and what they made me to be. Letting them win now...would be a poor end.