"Not yet."

He brought his hands up to Cipher Nine's neck and jaw, holding him gently but firmly in place as he began to recite an incantation. Older words, shaped not for speech, but for deeper meaning. They resonated, leaving a hum in the air, a chord building into music. Illusions had power to warp the minds of others, to give them strength, to teach. To pass the idea of sight to a creature without eyes.