Sunny dismissed Weave's Mask and stared into the mist with a hollow look on his face.
Jet, who was standing nearby with a raised hand, lowered it slowly.
"Huh? Your eyes are not cooked."
Sunny remained motionless for a few moments, then turned to her, the golden glow slowly disappearing from the deep darkness of his dilated pupils.
Eventually, he grimaced.
"Still hurts like hell, though."
His eyes had not turned into embers, this time, but the last image he had seen did end up burned into them, so his vision was a bit blurry. It was going to pass swiftly, though, so he did not mind that much.
Jet studied him, then asked in a neutral tone:
"Well? Did you divine any clues?"
Sunny could not understand what she meant, then realized that she considered his mysterious ability a form of divination. Which… it was, in a sense.
He nodded slowly.
"Yes. It fell into the sea."
Jet blinked a few times.
"What fell into the sea?"
Sunny just stared at her.
