He thought about it and it was...almost the same. But not really.

"I've lived in darkness most of my life. Kept in shadows and caves and behind masks. Yona wanted me to be able to...walk in sunlight."

He knew that she wanted him to live without shame but that sort of thing wasn't likely to happen. His feelings about his own eyes were too strong and he looked toward the floor. All the people that he'd hurt and frightened over something that he didn't want. Yet he couldn't blame them for that. They were right to hate him and fear him for existing with these eyes.