Vashen's eyes grew tightly closed. Every passing second was like agony to him. He could hear her footsteps, her breathing, the sharp changes in it. And when she spoke up and walked to the door his eyes opened at what she said. No. She was Vira. But she was also her sister. She was a third person. Once she left the room he stared into the mirror as if staring at a stranger.<br/><br/>Finally he collapsed in front of the mirror, the tears finally escaping along with poorly hidden sobs. He did love her. He didn't care what form she had taken or who she was now. He cared for Vira and even her sister. He stood back. Up. "Damn it....you love them all just say so......" he gru ted too himself through the tears. He made his way too the door and before he coul open it he heard her sobbing.<br/><br/>He sat down and leaned against the door, tears streaming down his cheeks. ".......You are her.....but your not...." he spoke loud enough in a cracked voice o she could hear. "I.....I loved her........I cared dearly for her sister whom I believe I also loved......together they make you......even if you don't remember anything.......I sill love you........"