[ Again, with the projected nightmares. Adolf is starting to wonder if this is a trial they'll be put through every time something in this city goes amiss; reminders of personal failures and strife, as if people don't relive those things every day anyway, with or without being prompted.
Just to his right, he sees a reflection of himself— a child, without the scars that run up his face and expose open teeth and jawbone. His mother is saying goodbye to him, like every cliche in every conventionally sad story. Adolf barely gives it a second glance. (How stupid, of course it still hurts.)
The matter of the other figure in the room is a bit more pressing. His collar drawn over his mouth, Adolf turns to look at the guy and casts his gaze up towards the ceiling instead of the reflections in the mirrors. (Ah, there are mirrors up there too, how bothersome...) ]
...Sorry. It'd be difficult to navigate with my eyes closed.
phase iii.
Just to his right, he sees a reflection of himself— a child, without the scars that run up his face and expose open teeth and jawbone. His mother is saying goodbye to him, like every cliche in every conventionally sad story. Adolf barely gives it a second glance. (How stupid, of course it still hurts.)
The matter of the other figure in the room is a bit more pressing. His collar drawn over his mouth, Adolf turns to look at the guy and casts his gaze up towards the ceiling instead of the reflections in the mirrors. (Ah, there are mirrors up there too, how bothersome...) ]
...Sorry. It'd be difficult to navigate with my eyes closed.
[ 'I don't mean to pry'. ]