"Dyl-- agh!" The name was cut off by a surprised yelp and then silence. Dylas attacked him. Dylas actually attacked him. Snow White supposed he should have seen that coming, except he couldn't see anything anymore.

He had said seeing Dylas' face was worse than other torture...

There was still his sense of smell, though, and Snow White lunged toward where Dylas had last been. He reached forward to claw at the naga and tried to bite him. Swinging around a weapon blindly seemed ill advised.

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!... The words pounded with his heartbeat even if Snow couldn't say them. What was worse was the frustrating burn of tears behind his blindness when he didn't understand why it mattered so much.