we live in a world someone else imagined
It was for the best, perhaps, that they did not continue down those lines; thinking someone to be dead and actually having them be dead were very different, as Ronin could very much attest. He got unsteadily to his feet as the General explained the puddles, and he had to bite back the amused comment about them showing images. Reflections? he wanted to say, but wisely kept his tongue.
Especially given that one of the puddles was indeed showing something entirely different to that which Ronin had expected, and the Star frowned as he approached another. In it the broken Temple reflected back at him, and he nearly rolled his eyes out of his head with how quickly he attempted to glance away. "I wonder what makes them so different to regular puddles?" he asked. "Maybe they want to tell us something?"
Especially given that one of the puddles was indeed showing something entirely different to that which Ronin had expected, and the Star frowned as he approached another. In it the broken Temple reflected back at him, and he nearly rolled his eyes out of his head with how quickly he attempted to glance away. "I wonder what makes them so different to regular puddles?" he asked. "Maybe they want to tell us something?"
the dark star
