Rain stared at the reflection for a while, then sighed and sat down on the floor.
"The other Mordret, huh? Is that what I am supposed to call you, mister?"
The reflection smiled.
"You can call me whatever you like. Although I am used to going by Mordret… calling me the other Mordret would imply that I have a weaker claim on being myself than he does, which is a bit sad. Also…"
He hesitated, then said in a subtly sullen voice:
"Mister, seriously? I'd rather not be called a mister. I am a young man in my prime, after all."
Rain gave the mirror a dubious look.
"You're past thirty, aren't you?"
The reflection coughed.
"Well… yes. But, uh…"
Rain chuckled.
"You say that I can call you whatever I like, but there are all these conditions. In any case… you seem to be aware of who I am?"
He remained silent for a moment, then nodded.
"I am. I see a lot of what he does… and he sees a lot. So, I am somewhat acquainted with who you are."
