In his eyes she saw it. She saw the bright flashes working to confuse his sanity. He was excited. His words were coming too quickly for his lips and tongue to expel. She listened to him with her eyes. Her ears were of no use when he was in this state. She watched as he paced the room, violently waving his hands. He was elated at his discovery, the same discovery incessantly elaborated on when his body began to lose the battle for his brain. She was always aware of his manic brightness, brightly gleaming from within, before he was.