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( Alexiel's communicator is sitting on the edge of her bathroom sink. The picture is obviously skewed. This is a video that no one was meant to see.

As she stares at her reflection wearing little more than a bath towel, she reaches up and touches her cheeks. There is a strange light in her eyes and, for those who are sensitive to such things, a pulsating, powerful aura surrounding her. She raises a hand and the towel begins to slip, revealing more of her pale skin yet, at the last second, she comes back to herself enough to grab it with her free hand. Her upraised hand is soon pressed against the glass of the mirror. )

Am I meant to seek you endlessly? ( She doesn't shed tears, however the emotion shaking her voice is obvious. ) You will never know.

( Waiting in the City is slowly grinding against her self-restraint. She moves in a way that suggests she is forcing herself to bury all of the negative emotions her appearance causes her to feel.

So like him. Twins.

There really is no telling what she sees in the mirror. Are they nightmares? Visions?

To have this body and not be able to reach him is torture. This is a side she never wanted anyone else to see. With a quick swipe of her hand, she knocks her communicator away from her and the screen goes black. )

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Mademoiselle, your towel...

[At first she wanted only to warn her to preserve her modesty. But everything else...the mirror, the words, and the woman's sadness is almost tangible even though the device.]

Are you alright?

( Alexiel doesn't even blush. She doesn't have a problem with nude bodies. However she does have a problem with her communicator displaying her words and her emotions. Those are far more personal than her body. )

I will be. ( Again. She doesn't have a choice. )

I believe that is a round about way of saying you are not.

[She lifts a hand, helplessly, because you can't even give a comforting touch through these distances, can you?]

You look very sad. Is there anything I might do?

I am not. ( Yet. She is determined to not be caught like this again. )

I should apologize for worrying you. Thank you.

May I ask who you are looking for? Is someone lost to you?

As they are now, they are lost to everyone.

He is my brother, Rosiel.

Your brother.

[Her voice softens, as does her expression. Because she's been there before.]

I miss mine as well, though he...is younger. Were the two of you close?

[Well, obviously. But it opens a door for discussion.]

My twin. ( That should explain it all. ) I am older than him.

( It's such a strange question to answer. Technically, she hasn't been in Rosiel's presence much at all. However... )

He is my other half and I am his other half.