[The draconic boy goes silent for a few pensive beats and a languid turn of his head toward the mirror. His mirror. His reflection, made grotesque by the influence of the full moons. He must not forget what he is or why.]
Myself.
[Admitting he was doing something as unhinged as talking to himself is far easier when he'd been caught babbling to his own reflection like the lunatic he's become. Moreover, he doesn't care what this cat-witch or whatever he is thinks of him.]
no subject
Myself.
[Admitting he was doing something as unhinged as talking to himself is far easier when he'd been caught babbling to his own reflection like the lunatic he's become. Moreover, he doesn't care what this cat-witch or whatever he is thinks of him.]