"Are we still talking about the mirror?" Perdita skeptically murmured the confusion of what they were talking about and the tensed air palpable.
"Yes, My Lady," Nathan turned his gaze away from the King, a wide smile replacing the grimace that was on his face a while ago. "Forgive the interruption, His Majesty was only pulling my black heart." He chuckled at the end, his gaze briefly wandering to Sthena whose lips were set in a thin line.
"Are you the one whose memories were lost inside the mirror?" Perdita quizzed, her mind putting the pieces of what Nathan and Sthena said together.
"He was so obsessed with how the mirror worked and the memories he saw, that before he could realize what was happening, his memories slipped away from him and went into the mirror till today," Sthena answered, taking the job upon himself to explain how everything happened.