[It feels like someone else is saying it, as he says it — like they're someone else's words coming out of his mouth, someone else's voice filling his throat. But it's no less true, for all that.
No, he knows it's true, because someone else once knew it was true, too.]
This mirror. Your life, for your heart's desire. That's why it's —
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[It feels like someone else is saying it, as he says it — like they're someone else's words coming out of his mouth, someone else's voice filling his throat. But it's no less true, for all that.
No, he knows it's true, because someone else once knew it was true, too.]
This mirror. Your life, for your heart's desire. That's why it's —
[For you, Mother...]
— why it's called the Forlorn Hope.