"Will it be okay?" "Of course! Of course it will, little starlight." "I can't... I do not remember you much. Our time-" "I know. It's so so so sad. But we cannot change or dwell in the past, my darling. We must keep on moving. You're you. A changed you. But that does not have to be frightful." "It's so tough." "You will be okay. I know you will." "Okay."
Talking to the mirror was something Prologue often did. Whenever he gazed into it, he swore he could see himself. His past self. The expression of his past self was always cheery with a hint of sadness.

























