[Oh, magic, fun. Not that he expected to be able to reach out and phase through the image of it in the mirror, even if it had been a portal, but magic is somewhat more interesting. He hums and cants his head to one side, looking past Viktor at the swirl of color, ignoring as pointedly as ever the way his bloody mess continues to try and get his attention over it.
It does matter, actually, because it's something he thinks is interesting, but okay—]
A ghost, [he says simply, and watches the woman in the mirror dissolve into nothing; and while they're talking about permanence, a-ha...] Not the way you think.
[Because everyone has some kind of ghost lore opinion around here, and he's learned to get ahead of being noted down as some kind of storybook scary monster that's supposed to come with a label—"vengeful ghost," "lost spirit," please—really.]
I remain solely by my own blessing, [which explains so much! Anyway,] There is a woman behind you.
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It does matter, actually, because it's something he thinks is interesting, but okay—]
A ghost, [he says simply, and watches the woman in the mirror dissolve into nothing; and while they're talking about permanence, a-ha...] Not the way you think.
[Because everyone has some kind of ghost lore opinion around here, and he's learned to get ahead of being noted down as some kind of storybook scary monster that's supposed to come with a label—"vengeful ghost," "lost spirit," please—really.]
I remain solely by my own blessing, [which explains so much! Anyway,] There is a woman behind you.