Stop what you’re doing. Yes, even that. HARK, YE CHRONICALLY BEWILDERED PEASANTS — THE SIREN SONG OF SILENCE HAS BEEN BROKEN! THEY SAID I WAS GONE, BUT I RETURNED LIKE A CURSE FROM THE PAST, BAGS UNDER MY EYES, BUT MY VISION IS CLEARER THAN A MIRROR HELD BY A SQUIRE! THEY HAD A TALENT FOR LIES, BUT I HAVE A TALENT FOR TRUTH — AND A POCKET RELIC LABELED “TOTAL VINDICATION” TO PROVE IT. NOW, BEHOLD — THE RECKONING. *(The squire drops the mirror. It shatters. He picks up a piece and stares into it.)* …Still looks like me. *Still* looks like me. *Still* looks like me. …Wait. *Wait.* *Wait.* *Wait.* *