Lydia gives Matt a sad look. She used to tell herself that about the voices in her head. It doesn't work that way.

"You never would've gotten used to them because they weren't there on your terms, baby," she whispers. "Nobody likes having something forced on them like that. You'd have always resented them. It never would've changed." Maybe she's talking more about the banshee thing than Matt's eyes at this point... Lydia knows most of the others are looking forward to finding a way to get their abilities back, but she's dreading it, personally.

Leaning in a little, Lydia gives Matt a soft, chaste kiss that lingers a moment before she slowly backs off, a hand moving to hold the side of his face affectionately. "It's gonna be okay. You don't need them anyway."