[The mirror looks down at Vexen briefly before continuing to pay attention to where he's going. The last thing either of them need right now is to run into another one of the mirrors, especially one of the less friendly ones.

He sighs very softly at the question. The one he'd expected to be asked was what the real Saix's intentions were. He acted as though he was, if not nice, at least civil, but the difference in his mirror would give cause to suspect otherwise.

He can't exactly blame Vexen, though, for wanting to know something like that. It was something the real Saix never spoke of, if he could help it.]

Property. Not a slave, exactly, but still property. He belonged to the temple, and they trained him as an ascetic.

[This Saix doesn't mind saying it. The real Saix would rather not have that known.
There was supposed to be no escape. Saix had managed it, just, but he'd have rather managed it with his heart.

The second question, however, brings on a frown. It's a difficult one to answer, and requires introspection.]

He's drawn to you because you've helped him, and because you're drawn to him. He's used to having a master, even though he doesn't wish for one any more, and you're inadvertently filling that role for him.

[If the real Saix has power over Vexen, psychological power, whether it comes in the form of making him lose his temper, or having the ability to utterly break him, then Saix won't fall into the habit of treating Vexen as a master due to that weakness. So goes the theory, at least, and it works to an extent.

It's easy, when you have no heart.]

As for me....

[He very barely lets his eyes flicker to Vexen in his arms, and smiles softly.]

I feel as though I should make up for his cruelties.