“Where we meet upon the road of fate ourselves, a battle too is met, I think,” the madman’s soft voice whispered from the cage of tangled bangs which hung from his bowed head. “That’s why a mirror’s so deadly a thing to our immortal foes. You see cats and dogs, I saw a video with a bear, reacting to their reflection with violence. Birds can fall in love with themselves, with their reflections. What has the vampire to say to what he doesn’t see? No, they cannot look upon themselves; they cannot resolve and change and grow without a soul.”
Cannot Reflect
Tale Told 