Wilona's P.O.V
"You don't know the next time you will be able to, you should go while you can." He continues despite my discomfort.
"To go watch a big, red mess." I finish and he shakes his head in objection.
"Have you ever considered some things may be more beautiful for you now?" He asks and I can't help but scoff. "You may see clearer not being able to see at all. I know that sounds foolish, but I think you should try to look at the good in all the bad Will."
"And if it's not?" I ask raising a brow.
"Then it's not." He says shrugging helplessly. "You're still going to be blind either way, may as well try to find a benefit or two."
My body freezes for a moment, unable to respond straight away as my mind digests his words. I laugh when my mind replays his last words, I appreciated that Francis didn't sugarcoat things. He was honest, I appreciated honesty where it could be found.
