Mezzetino sighs happily. "That might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me, Brigi. But if there's something I can't handle, we might actually have to worry. Of course you're far more durable than I am, but anything that can get the drop on a Harbinger is a problem."

"Mm, but don't you like me cocky, dear Brighella?" Mezzetino knocks his head into Brighella's with a grin. "Why shouldn't other interesting people be here, if we are? Do you think there's a maximum allowable amount of interesting and we're using it all up?" He frowns at the hall. "I think you're right that this isn't a place for people, though. The reflections are odd, too." In some, he's in full Aberrant Nightmare glory, in others, he's just a slim human man, in various different outfits, a bodysuit with a black zipper in the crotch, a pair of khaki pants, sometimes with clothes charred and bloody, sometimes intact. There's one where he's wearing his Aberrant Nightmare head, but one of the sets of eyes is missing, and the Brighella walking with that one is wearing them on his collar. Brigi does like his eyes.