Artwork by  Capthairball

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The worst part about the augments, mused Exodus, was the interference with his senses. He took a sip of his drink, and sighed. It tasted burnt, and smelled worse, but the caffeine was needed this late at night, when he couldn't sleep. He hadn't slept in seventy two days for that matter. The augments that replaced his shattered horn had given him no need for sleep, but he missed it and late nights always dragged on.

No, the worst part was that he couldn't really enjoy the things he used to. His replacements saved his life after the attack by the chaos beast, and he was able to resume his work for the Diarchy, sure, but he missed some things.

He no longer had much sense of touch, and his personal magic field was used to keep everything running. His once majestic horn was a ruin of dead bone, and... Well, his dick didn't even have feeling, even if it was still attached for show.

God he missed some things.

But as he looked at the heavens, and Her show of light, he could stop and forget for a while. His eyes were the goggles themselves, and colors were forgotten, but the things he saw at night were magic