[ It's an abruptly sober statement, and even he seems to realize it. There's a moment where he says and does nothing else, looking reflective, and then he's tipping his head back to stare into the sky. Why wouldn't he do this? Instead of wallowing in his despair, cursing Regina and the sightless fools in this town, he can instead contemplate the colors of the sky, or how good the breeze feels on his skin.
He licks his lips before answering again, tasting the sweet, earthy taste of the remnants of the tea. ]
Too many mirrors in there. You have look at them now and then, you know. Except the one upstairs. I fixed it.
[ He grins widely, obviously pleased with himself for having done so. ]
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[ It's an abruptly sober statement, and even he seems to realize it. There's a moment where he says and does nothing else, looking reflective, and then he's tipping his head back to stare into the sky. Why wouldn't he do this? Instead of wallowing in his despair, cursing Regina and the sightless fools in this town, he can instead contemplate the colors of the sky, or how good the breeze feels on his skin.
He licks his lips before answering again, tasting the sweet, earthy taste of the remnants of the tea. ]
Too many mirrors in there. You have look at them now and then, you know. Except the one upstairs. I fixed it.
[ He grins widely, obviously pleased with himself for having done so. ]