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He was staring at the mirror, not believing it. Even thought his sensations, all he felt was real - not a dream.
This - this was not possible, Khimaera thought.
Okay - this was real, so somehow, he was in the body of his old boss.
Why - how - why - how - why - how... okay, this is not the point. The point is... how to go back to my own body. Gods, is Ada okay?
"Do you need anything, sir?"
"What?"
The domestic watched him with a mixture of puzzledness and anguish.
"I can call your breakfast, or send for a doctor, sir. You seem ill."
"Iah... No, that's okay."
"Then Amiada reports that the courses are going great."
"Amiada... ?"
"Yes, for your fiancee? The etiquette lessons."
The domestic was really confused this time. He - he was going into shock. A part of his brain took over.
"Right. I don't need anything - for now."
That was the cue the domestic needed to flee. Passing a hand on his face, not recognizing it, he wondered what he had done to go back to that time, as the bastard no less!
Whatever gods were watching, he wouldn't let them enjoy this. He went out of the room into these accursed corridors he had almost successfully erased of his memories and headed straight to the lesson room. He needed to make sure his assumptions were correct. The closer he was, the more the knots in his stomach settled. He recognized her voice. That couldn't be - she was not here anymore, she was saved, she...
Ada saw him, anxious and hopeful.
"Cross! Is - is everything alright?"
Khimaera looked sideways and held a breath. His own face stared back at him, full of animosity.
This.
Was.
Not.
Happening.