Northstar Vale i lie inside myself for hours

somewhere, somehow, delight's lost the thread, blinking at the strange little creature before him. he still thinks they're just talking about reflections on the water, but clearly euron's on some other level with that "does things i don't want to do" bit. delight's never met psychosis: he doesn't really know what it'd look like.

so he rolls with it. kids, they're weird. "that's.. not good," he says, trying for -- neutral, at least. "what does... your reflection do?" the morwinyon tries, glancing to the water. it feels... important, somehow, to ask, to know, though why, he couldn't say in words.