Supreme Mordret stared at Saint Mordret, both of them reflecting in each other's eyes. One wore an expression of contempt, the other of wistful sympathy.
One was the captor, and the other was the captive.
Eventually, the captor said:
"But you don't seem to hold it against him, do you?"
He lingered for a few moments, and then smiled bitterly.
"You know, it's funny. What was it that she said? The one in the basement is nice, but the other one is a horror show… of the two of us, you are the one people tend to perceive as the better version. But they all fail to realize that even if I am not nice, you are the real horror show between us."
Mordret leaned forward, almost pressing his forehead against the mirror.
