[A Witch... Soren glances at the mirrors perched along the walls behind the creature of innumerable and mysterious identities and is reminded firmly that he is in a place called Aefenglom, severed from his ties to a world full of beorc and laguz to begin with. He fills his lungs and dispels the air in a steady stream, dropping the hand at his hip to stand up a little straighter. His expression is finally humbled by shame.]
...Forgive me. I was clearly confused...
[A Mirrorbound... That means he can be anything beyond his wildest imagination, really. His curiosity is tempted further.]
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...Forgive me. I was clearly confused...
[A Mirrorbound... That means he can be anything beyond his wildest imagination, really. His curiosity is tempted further.]