He never understood why Cain's vision hadn't simply been corrected, over the years; they could colonize Mars, but his twin's vision wasn't an expense worth their while? Sighing, he wound his fingers around the collar and tugged -- but his brother was in the same boat as him as far as its durability was concerned. It didn't so much as threaten to give.

"Fuck," he exhales, before finding his feet once more, exasperated... abandoning this task for now in favor of searching properly for his spectacles.

"This is ridiculous..."