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There was something unsettling when catching a glimpse of yourself in a reflection that was impossible. Either her gold eyes had locked with a mirror that was reflecting her image in a way that defied the way the world worked, or that holy garbage had taken a liking to a darker color palette. As far fetched as they both seemed, one was actually more likely than the other, and her bets were placed on this definitely not being Ruler.
With scathing words prepared on her tongue for whomever was trying to deceive her, she proceeded in the direction of the phantom of herself. Really, this sort of thing seemed like a troublesome metaphor orchestrated as a way to illustrate the error of her ways. Pathetic. She would simply rather char the remains and move on with her life than learn some moral lesson.
Rounding another corner, she steadied herself as her gaze lifted to meet this specter. “Fufufu, someone sure did go through a lot of trouble…” Her shrill cackle that opened her statement seemed laced with a bit of insecurity as it faded into her impatient words.
“Well, do not just stand there with that dumb look on your face, it makes us both look bad. Speak! Tell me just what atrocious sin I have committed for which I must repent. Tell me, so that I may dismiss this garbage lesson in the virtuous, and scorch those responsible for this plot - starting with you.”
