"It's not like I meant to do it," she mumbled under her breath. Hearing her words, the boy's mind reeled for how to escape. Seeing him look around frantically, she chuckled sadly. "I'm sorry, I really am," she said, putting her arms in front of her as if keeping herself away from him. Her voice was lined with a real apologetic tone, which surprised him. 

"Explain," he growled. She seemed to stare into him;  not even at his physical features. He narrowed his eyes. "Ex-plain."

Her eyes seemed to narrow in defiance. "Honestly, all that you should know is to never look into my eyes. Even if the bandage is off." She spat. "Are we clear?" The boy didn't nod nor shake his head; just stared at her warily. She sighed, slumping over. She broke eye contact with him and looked at the bed frame. With a long stride, she was next to the bed, kneeling next to it and laying her head down on mattress; startling him. 

"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice laced with confusion.

"Please," she whispered, "don't be scared of me. Just trust in what I say, okay?" The boy stiffened, taking a few minutes to think. He nodded. She lifted her head up a bit and smiled. "Thanks for trusting me." Suddenly her eyes widened, and she jumped up in alarm. "Ah! I forgot!" She cried, rushing out of the room. The boy stared after her in shock. 

He felt a tickle in his throat, making him chuckle and smile. 

After a long while of hearing nothing but banging pans and the occasion "Ow!" from the girl, she walked in, holding a tray of what seemed to be food. The boy raised an eyebrow at her.

"I can't eat human food." He stated blankly, not caring if he had hurt her feelings or not. She chuckled. Without a word, she gently set him in an upwards sitting position, supported by pillows. She then sat the tray on his lap, and sat down in the chair next to the bed. He looked at the food, then at her, then at the food. The girl nodded, as if saying "go ahead". With a small glance, he picked up the bowl with his fingers, readying himself to drink it from the bowl itself. 

"No," she said, taking the bowl from his hands and putting it down. She then replaced it with a spoon. He glared at her.

"And why not?" He hissed. She narrowed her eyes in response.

"As long as you have a past as a human, you will eat like one." She said, her voice stern. "If anyone has ever lived even a fraction of a second of their life as a human, they are called humans in my book," she hissed. Her words left him speechless; and he looked at the spoon. It felt awkward and cold in his hand: He hadn't used silverware since he became what he was. With a few minutes dedicated to repositioning the awkward utensil, he dipped it in what seemed to be soup. Raising it to his lips, he put the spoon in his mouth.

The girl watched with a small smile. "What's your name?" She asked, her voice an eery softness. He looked at her, swallowing the soup. 

"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours," he said, taking another bite of the soup. He wanted to drink it straight from the bowl, not caring about stupid formalities... Or whatever it was called that she said to him. There was a long silence of her just watching him eat his food. 

"Synet Tacet," she said, her voice a low whisper. The boy stopped and stared at her.

"Synet Tacet? What kind of name is that?" He asked, holding back a childish giggle. 

"I told you mine, so you tell me yours." She said, not answering his question. The boy scowled.

"Eyeless Jack," he said, turning back to the soup. He hastily resumed eating.

"Why is that your name?" She asked, his scowl deepened.

"You're rude," he said, wiping off the excess soup from his mouth. "You don't just go and ask people why they are called what they are. Besides, isn't it obvious?"

She shook her head. "No. It isn't. You may be atomically eyeless, but you aren't sightless." Her words made him freeze.

"How do you know?" He asked, his voice sounded like it was ringed suspiciousness.

"Because you were just staring at my eyes--"

"No, not that." He said, slowly turning to her. "How do you know that I eat human flesh?" This made her smile sadly.

"I may have had a few experiences with situations like this," she said, her eyes seemingly stared off at something that Jack couldn't see. 

"What do you mean?" He was fully alert, every smell, touch, and sound under complete examination. She frowned.

"You and I aren't that different, believe it or not." She whispered under her breath, Jack barely heard those words. "But," she said, smiling, "I have a love for the paranormal and supernatural."

"So, your telling me," Jack began, unsure of where he was going with this, "that I happened to come across the perfect person to help me?" He felt his disbelief growing with each word. "That you aren't scared of me?! That what I eat doesn't disgust you?! That I'm not a monster?!" He said, his voice rising into a full-on yell. She didn't flinch, just watched him. He continued to have a mental breakdown, right in front of a complete stranger. While he knew this, he couldn't stop his ranting. Finally, he calmed down; worn out from screaming his lungs out. Of course, the pain in his torso didn't help him, either. He was gasping for air. Synet continued to look at him. Suddenly, she got up, moving to the bedside and collecting the empty dishes. Jack was flabbergasted. 

She didn't run away in fear. She didn't even flinch. She let him scream and rant.

He watched as she collected the dishes, fixing him back into a laying position. She started to leave, then hesitated in the door way. What she said in the doorway hurt him in a way that he didn't understand; leaving him utterly confused. What she said made him frequently look back on it.

"We really aren't so different, after all."

And with that, she left.