[He's almost certain he can still feel some of the bruises the Inquisitor's Mirror had left behind, even though it was months past now. He grimaces.]
Those on the other side of the glass are twisted versions of us. People we were never meant to be, perhaps. Pale imitations, at best, but some are violent. Given leave by their Queen, they'll cross over and cause trouble, if they can-- at least, that was my experience.
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[He's almost certain he can still feel some of the bruises the Inquisitor's Mirror had left behind, even though it was months past now. He grimaces.]
Those on the other side of the glass are twisted versions of us. People we were never meant to be, perhaps. Pale imitations, at best, but some are violent. Given leave by their Queen, they'll cross over and cause trouble, if they can-- at least, that was my experience.