Cecil’s third eye opens the rest of the way, and he looks at the wall carefully as Lee’s hands pass over it. He scans the rest of the space as well, then makes a disappointed ’hmmm’ noise.
“Well it’s better than my apartment… but it’s still so clouded,” he complains dejectedly. “I mean, you’re right though, it doesn’t get much better than this. I wish I could go out looking for clearer spots, but I’m afraid I’d get lost.”