"My master has left the city." The young reflection was exactly like his master, his eyes a deep violet, with black hair reminiscent of raven feathers, and horns of a dull gold. At this moment, he was standing behind a figure with blue eyes and blond hair, Light.
"Finally, that coward decided to move. I thought he would stay longer, trying to understand me and the mirrored world." The figure turned, his gaze demanding subservience; it mattered little what image was reflected, for Ito from the mirror was now his servant.
"He gave up after years of no progress. He barely managed to create me, and how you were born is still a mystery. Besides the two of us, there is no other mirror person, and even the mirrored world can only be created under your orders." Ito corrected his posture, dropping to one knee in front of Light. His emotions were still underdeveloped, yet he felt more reverence and fear for this apostle than for any other.
