[ If he was himself, the man in red would ask 'and why is that?' But he's a different thing entirely, a spirit bound in blood, and so he does something different entirely.
He moves closer, standing behind the dragon (the man who cloaks himself in shadows, hiding himself from the world). In the mirror he's created, the young man he used to be - his face still hidden with that bloody mask, still cloaked and hooded in that same shifting red - stands behind the prince, his smile sad. ]
So much ill-feeling between you. Must you detest each other so much?
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He moves closer, standing behind the dragon (the man who cloaks himself in shadows, hiding himself from the world). In the mirror he's created, the young man he used to be - his face still hidden with that bloody mask, still cloaked and hooded in that same shifting red - stands behind the prince, his smile sad. ]
So much ill-feeling between you. Must you detest each other so much?