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The smirk was wiped from his face at the remark from Gaius. He hissed instinctively and spread his frill, placing a hand over the eyepatch as if that would shield it from view. He growled out a reply. "Some people around here just can't control themselves. He's been... dealt with, though. He'd be crazy to go for my other eye."

"If you're looking for privacy, go inside. You two need some more alone time? How romantic." He snorted, moving his hand away from his face. His tail, which had gone rigid, was moving a little bit. "Let me guess, I interrupted you two before he got to first base? I'm glad I didn't get here any later. I don't need to see that."

Nita cast a glance at the jungle behind her, almost as if she expected Annie or Jamal to leap out and tear them all to shreds.

"We weren't doing anything!" Nita protested at the same time as Gaius' outburst. She squeezed his hand. It was probably too late to make a hasty exit; go somewhere that actually was private.

Lucas?! The name came as a shock to Gaius. The dhole-man had always struck him as a quiet, polite, even rather wimpy individual, not someone who would so ferociously attack another islander, even if it WAS Zach.

Yet there bobbed an all too familiar eye, that same shade of green. Staring emptily at him, and then rolling a little up as Zach rattled the jar.

Gaius's face lost all its color, taking on a sickly tone, and he yanked his hand out of Nita's grasp as he slapped his hooves over his face and turned away. A gulping, coughing noise escaped his throat.

Zach continued to hold the jar at them. He couldn't understand their disgust. It was just an eye - and it wasn't even a bloody eye. But at least they were reacting to it. That was the point of showing it to them. He didn't trust Gaius to keep his word about holding off on the punches after the tantrum he saw following the apology. Hopefully this would deter him. And Nita? He didn't really care what she thought of the whole thing. Seeing her here with Gaius had dropped his already-negative opinion of her sharply.

"It's about time violence had serious consequences around here," he stated, shooting the retching Gaius a particularly scathing look.

Mostly convinced that Gaius wasn't about to lose his lunch all over the place, Nita forced herself to relax. And not stare at that awful jar. She wanted to launch herself at Zach, to wipe that obnoxious smirk off his face. At her sides her hands clenched and unclenched angrily. Nita was nearly shaking from disgust and anger.

"And carrying that around like some ******** trophy?" she hissed. "It's sick."

Gaius shook his head. He didn't want to believe it, but he knew it was all too true. Sabin was just the sort to do something that twisted, no matter how human he'd seemed in one brief conversation. That glimpse must have been as rare as a solar eclipse, because now he was back to his old practices...

He took a step forward, raising an arm in front of Nita as he growled at the dragon. "Hey, don't you threaten her! She hasn't done anything to you... You're the one barging in and waving that... that..." He waved his other hoof at the jar and snorted, focusing his eyes back on Zach's sneering face. "If you just minded your own business, you probably wouldn't get into so much trouble!"

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but we're outside, aren't we? I don't need you chiding me for taking a walk. So not only do you hate this island, but you think you own it too. Fascinating logic." Zach's thoughts on the island had reached a religious level. Without room to argue, and with the threat of horrible things hanging over him should he choose to disagree with or disobey the doctor, there was no other avenue of thought. Sabin had proved himself to always be right. But it was comforting, in a sense, to know right and wrong as being rigidly defined. It made him more confident in judging others. "What are you talking about? I'm supposed to just roll over and let all of you keep badmouthing? It's the rest of you who can't handle a difference of opinion without resorting to violence. At least I don't have to worry about that now."

"Don't you dare. You have no idea..." He gave Nita a poisonous look. Did she even understand what he meant by the fact he lost his eye? There was no eye whatsoever. After a moment of seething, he decided to give her an explanatory visual. The eyepatch was lifted up delicately with a couple claws. The scaly eyelids underneath were sunken inward due to the lack of anything pushing them out. They only stayed closed for a moment, though. The empty inside of the socket stung when it was exposed to air, but he kept it open as long as he could. It seemed like it was sights and not words that these people responded to correctly. "See this? This is what I have to live with every damn day now. There is nothing left. I think being upset about it is appropriate."