Foolish still! I don't wish to see you gone from this world.

But do you really think acknowledging your reflection will mean you're worth less, that his existence devalues yours, that only one of you can live? You are two sides of a coin, split, refracted. A mirror broken.

[ His mask changes, as he speaks; one side the facsimile of a human face, the other the bloody grin of a broken, fractured skull. A coin that wasn't there before shines in his hand. ]

You can be whole, if you so desire. Something that's neither dragon or prince, a role that's only yours. Stronger than before.

[ And yet, he still hasn't answered the question. Preferring to speak in riddles.

(The answer is simple. It's an answer that can break a spell.) ]