well, listen. the heat is fine. the heat is familiar. the heat is the sacred flame, the trial he undertook, and even if it melts down the back of his neck, rondo presses forward. walk with the flame, right? he can't stop here. he has to get back to the others.
however. staring at himself is - surprising? he falters. ]
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well, listen. the heat is fine. the heat is familiar. the heat is the sacred flame, the trial he undertook, and even if it melts down the back of his neck, rondo presses forward. walk with the flame, right? he can't stop here. he has to get back to the others.
however. staring at himself is - surprising? he falters. ]
A mirror?
[ like a dog startled by its own reflection.... ]