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.
"l am. I see a lot of what he does... and he sees a lot. So, l am somewhat acquainted with who you are.’
The reflection — Mordret — studied her for a short while and raised an eyebrow.
"You don't seem to be surprised to meet me, though? I'd have thought that finding an identical copy of an infamous Supreme would be at least a little bit startling.”
Rain let out a little scoff.
“I know a guy who has seven bodies. Having one identical copy is not that impressive, as far as I'm concerned."
The other Mordret smiled.
"Oh. I think I know that guy as well..."
After that, he fell silent for a moment, and then said in a neutral tone:
"I, on the other hand, am quite surprised to see you. My other self usually doesn't let anyone near me — he is very concerned about my safety, you see. So, I did not expect that he would allow you to wander in here unsupervised. It's a nice surprise."
Rain could not help but sigh after hearing that.
‘Damn it.’
She lingered a little, then said:
"It's probably because he knows that I am harmless. I wouldn't hurt a fly."
She had always been careful to keep her Flaw a secret, but the King of Nothing must have learned about it, anyway — or at least guessed its general nature. That was most likely the reason why he allowed her to come in contact with the prisoner of the mirror.
Mordret looked at her with amusement and smiled.
"Really? What a funny coincidence. Actually, I am the same — harmless, I mean. You have my sympathy."
His smile turned a little bitter.

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