Vague, and full of poetical-sounding turns of phrase - as if Strange got his info from a prophecy or some old monk's tome - but. There's something about that description. Beau frowns, leaning in on herself, and starts mumbling.
"A mirror... Wait a minute. I saw... Yeah, I saw a mirror, before I woke up here. It..."
She raises her hands and looks at them, clenching her fingers and turning her hands over, before looking back at Strange's reflection and speaking more clearly.
"It felt like it pulled something outta me. I haven't felt right since I woke up, I thought maybe they were poisoning the water, or something. You think maybe it's that 'Light' or 'Darkness' crap instead?"
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"A mirror... Wait a minute. I saw... Yeah, I saw a mirror, before I woke up here. It..."
She raises her hands and looks at them, clenching her fingers and turning her hands over, before looking back at Strange's reflection and speaking more clearly.
"It felt like it pulled something outta me. I haven't felt right since I woke up, I thought maybe they were poisoning the water, or something. You think maybe it's that 'Light' or 'Darkness' crap instead?"