"Grievance"—would that he knew. But it quickly becomes apparent that this man is not the one she'd once watched from past Louisoix's shoulder and grow, hidden from the world, even if his behaviours thus far would—she'd wager—align with his experiences. It's still a fascinating concept to her, but she doesn't let it distract her too long.

"Wisteria." Her lips twitch at the corners, slipping into a lopsided near-smile, folding her arms as her posture shifts to similarly skew. The fight isn't gone from her, smashing a mirror isn't as satisfying as fighting the real thing, but she's content enough. The beast still settles. "Which one of these reflections might know, if they each and all hold any reality to them. I'm not convinced they're all people. Constructs, maybe."