"Is it really so bad to be like this?" Her childish naivety wasn't strange to him, having indoctrinated so many others before, but…
'How do I explain it to someone who was born complete? She was born with these abilities and uses them as naturally as breathing.' His sigh was long and deep. The child was unlike any other being—how the hell was he supposed to teach her when he couldn't even put himself in her shoes?
"It's complicated. We are imperfect and live in a master-slave relationship. That's how it's always been for those from the mirrored world…" The few who discovered the power of reflections used it like any other ability, disregarding the fact that the other could be as alive as they were, capable of feeling joy and sorrow. The pain still existed.
"Chloe isn't imperfect, and neither is Uncle Cow or Uncle Doggie…" He smiled at her as he handed her a piece of fruit, which she accepted with visible delight.
