[Keeping his eyes shut is easier than dealing with the shifting ceiling, so Vexen does that, doing his best to ignore the noises of fighting he can hear even as the mirror's quicker steps leave them behind.]
What was he, before...?
[He doesn't mean to ask something so private, but it's the first question that slips out; he needs to have something that makes him feel he has control over the other man, even if it's something as jealously guarded as that. Flinching at his own tactlessnes, he pauses before deciding on another question--]
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What was he, before...?
[He doesn't mean to ask something so private, but it's the first question that slips out; he needs to have something that makes him feel he has control over the other man, even if it's something as jealously guarded as that. Flinching at his own tactlessnes, he pauses before deciding on another question--]
--and why won't he-- or you-- leave me alone?