Few things shine as bright as the jewels of Hell

"How is he? Will my son ever recover from the bugs that turned his brain to mush?"

The doctor pointed to where the thirty-seven year old was playing with toys on the floor. "It's been five years now and he has the brain of a child, give it another five and we can start the basics of teaching him magic again. He knows who you are but...but he will never have the same personality again, and by the time he regains all his magic skills at their former levels he will be in his sixties."

I am the mask that grins and lies

I'll hide your face and shield your eyes....

"Surely, you wouldn't deprive an old man of his walking stick?" Uh, yeah- you probably should.