"I needed to see you." In the dark everything is at once much easier and much more difficult. What's seen. What's not. What he'd like to see and can't. The sharper lines of Neil's face in what light comes in through the windows. All the rest in shadow. Himself in the shadows.

Even with one good eye, he can see enough.

"They were taking you. They were--" He cuts himself off with a hard breath and turns away.