Oh, that didn't sound good. Pretty sure that sounded very unpleasant, he liked his eyes after all. Well, he had liked his eyes, he'd started to dislike them after he'd watched Moises' rather violent end, and everything else he'd been witness to recently. Acid wouldn't remove the memories, however, so it really wasn't going to help him any.

Hah, with that name you'd think he was a beloved pet, or maybe he was just getting delirious. Safe bet on the latter, really. Anthony just looked up at her, expression vaguely pleading, mostly confused, as if asking 'what did I do to deserve this?'

But something was off, something deeply unsettling and somehow more worrying than even his impending blinding. He struggled a little, hissing through his gag as if trying to speak. This was really the most fight he'd put up in quite a while, of course she'd probably misinterpret it as him being afraid of losing his eyes.

Not so much, he was trying to warn her.