She still clutched onto the dagger, she turns slowly to the strange yet still somewhat familiar voice. Why does it sound familiar at all? The man standing in front of her causes her to take a few steps back. She bumps into the railing on accident. When he speaks her name she isn't sure what to think. "Why do you know my name?" She questions, a bit of fear filtering into her voice.
No matter how friendly he sounds, she doesn't trust him. She doesn't trust anything she's seeing. "What do you want?!" Her nerves are running on high, completely jumbled from the mirror that gave her a dose of shattered sight. Belle is only now registering that her surroundings are different than the icy cold cave she remembers.
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No matter how friendly he sounds, she doesn't trust him. She doesn't trust anything she's seeing. "What do you want?!" Her nerves are running on high, completely jumbled from the mirror that gave her a dose of shattered sight. Belle is only now registering that her surroundings are different than the icy cold cave she remembers.