Another effect of apathy should have been a decreased awareness of his surroundings, but it was only natural for his other senses to heighten to make up for his lack of sight -- it had happened on its own for the most part, and so Laruku could not help but hear the distant yelp and the small, pounding footsteps, followed by a heavier and older set. There was no breeze in the frosty, late afternoon air, but the hybrid straightened himself slightly and stared off in the direction from whence the sounds had come. The quiet feeling of frustration was there again; he convinced himself that it didn't matter who was there because friend or foe, he didn't really have the ability to avoid them anymore. Someone who knew him would pursue him as long as they wanted, and he could no longer fight back or run. Someone who wanted him dead would have him dead, and that would be that. He would prefer the latter to the former though.
What do you want?
he asked tonelessly to whoever was there (why don't you ask who it is first, baby?). It didn't matter who it was. The blind man only wanted to get the inevitable meeting over with so he could go back to thinking about nothing.