York looks at him quietly, her face a good deal more somber, more subdued than usual. She purses her lips, as if trying not to frown. "What do I wanna do?" she repeats, her shoulders slackening just slightly. "What I wanna do is get my life halfway back to normal, Dun. Shit happens. Definitely wouldn't be the first time."

There's a bitter sting on her tongue with those words, because it's a little more true than Dun knows. The fact that she's managed to fuck up this eye not once, but twice, and in eerily the same manner -- and after she had it fixed, for shit's sake -- it makes her uneasy on a level she's never experienced it before. Something about all this smacks of some kind of unavoidable fate, to her.