(This story is currently being revisited, so there will be new relations between character's and slow progression. It's a messy read atm, and difficult to continue at this current moment without taking more time to build this world.)
The boy never needed, never wanted anything with his life. He is unlike "normal people." Not that he knew what his life, nor what his world really was.
He couldn't see, he knew not of beauty, nor of atrocities. He couldn't hear, he knew not of spite, nor words of tongue. He needn't think much, for he knew no words or images to think with.
He only knew desire, sensations, and pain.
What would he do when he had the ability to see, hear, and do much more than "normal people"?
Would he even understand it?