It's morbidly fascinating for Rupert, who has to place so much trust in his physical senses. The edge of a blade, the angle of a pistol, the particular flex of a horse's muscle beneath his own. Uncertainty in his old life would have had deadly consequences, daily. Rupert would probably rather be dead. He shakes his head fractionally as he realises that a better question would be:
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It's morbidly fascinating for Rupert, who has to place so much trust in his physical senses. The edge of a blade, the angle of a pistol, the particular flex of a horse's muscle beneath his own. Uncertainty in his old life would have had deadly consequences, daily. Rupert would probably rather be dead. He shakes his head fractionally as he realises that a better question would be:
"How do you cope?"