Wheeling Gull Isle the mask i wear is the performance in the mirror

 

Hemlock couldn't answer that for him. She gave a breathy sigh and let loose a howl, assuming she was pulling him away from whatever tasks he had set himself to. "It will just be easier to speak with him directly." Hemlock said ruefully. She didn't want to lie to the boy and she didn't truly know how to answer the questions he sought answers to. "Whatever he decides, be aware that you are not taking the same Arturo back that you are expecting." Hemlock knew that nothing she did or said would bring Arturo back - and she had tried - but what the stranger wanted of her she couldn't provide. She couldn't give him Arturo - she didn't even have him herself.