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Countless times. He looked at The Grace again, this time seeing it for what it could be. A dark evening sky, the candlelight inside giving the windows a sensual glow. Clean. Classy. Patrons and staff alike groomed like they were expecting royalty. On that night, they were. A night that had...

"And yet... it's commonplace. It's instinct," Mergo said, to whom he did not know. "People tell themselves a number of things. They don't want to burden others, or they just want to move on with their lives, or they're too afraid of what it might mean, so they put on an act. And like the other...

"As long as people have the power and wit to control the narrative as they wish, evil will go unpunished," Mergo added, then gave a deep sigh. "Hearing the things that psychics can accomplish in other worlds makes me deeply ashamed." Casual memory scanning and sealing, powerful illusions...

Mergo hadn't looked at Reshiram throughout the tale, nor had he when he'd phrased his questions, but nonetheless his approach was much the same. His eyes shifted about, as if all the information was on a board in front of him, connecting threads from one pin to another. The pose he held could've...

"Well... I'd like to know what functional difference there is between an expert lie and the truth." Asking the question made Mergo feel small. It had to be some degree of blasphemy to suggest they could be the same, or childish to even ask something of the sort. But he endured. "An experienced...

"I do. Her teachings helped me at a time where I needed them." Which was part of the truth. Mergo drummed a finger on the back of his hand. He knew this path, and he would not allow it to be traversed again. These words were not the same. He had to exit the area before-- ... No. No, wait, this...

"I'm aware. I misspoke," he relented. Perhaps Reshiram was trying to be comforting. It wasn't effective. Then again, he wondered if anything would be. "Forgive me. I didn't mean to sound like I was guilting you." Mergo averted his gaze and put his attention on a spot in the road, letting his...

The psyshock in his hand fizzled and died as Mergo struggled to keep himself from shouting an immediate 'no.' Instead he cleared his throat and folded his hands together. "I ate recently," he answered, which was debatably not a lie. He'd eaten some six hours ago, and he was used to far longer...

The beginnings of fight-or-flight kicked in. His eyes grew just a hair wider as he sucked in a half-breath, and then, staring straight at the entrance to the restaurant, Mergo froze completely. There were no thoughts running through his head. Only screams. Of all the times for fate to have a...

It was real. A faded memory from a past life, little more than a dream, now stood on the other end of the street. The Grace looked so different in the daylight. Elegant still, the architecture was sleek with walls of ivy to give it that splash of color, but without the romantic lighting of the...