[The voice jolts him out of his stupor, but he's plunged into more shock as he takes in who he's staring at.
It's like he's looking in a mirror, a very precise mirror. There's no way there can be two of him, unless it's a side effect of his panic taking tangible form. But something tells him that can't be.
Ventus finds himself staring back, mouth agape. The puzzled feelings that churn inside him should be triggering some weird, outside effect, but it doesn't. Or at least he doesn't think so.]
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It's like he's looking in a mirror, a very precise mirror. There's no way there can be two of him, unless it's a side effect of his panic taking tangible form. But something tells him that can't be.
Ventus finds himself staring back, mouth agape. The puzzled feelings that churn inside him should be triggering some weird, outside effect, but it doesn't. Or at least he doesn't think so.]
What... Who are you?