“Not you,” Thancred reminded her gently. “But believe me, I understand.” He sighed. “Tell me. When you look at me, do you still see Lahabrea?”
Eyn’ara paused, then shook her head. “It’s been long enough, I think, though it was difficult at the time. If Hydaelyn hadn’t assured me all would be well…”
do you think Lahabrea made a habit of smirking evilly at himself any time he was near a mirror and there was nobody else around, just for his own personal amusement at Thancred's --
like, I NOTICED the palette switch but I didn't really sit to think about WHY aside from, like, meta artist stuff to make him stand out from Urianger and Y'shtola
“Not you,” Thancred reminded her gently. “But believe me, I understand.” He sighed. “Tell me. When you look at me, do you still see Lahabrea?”
Eyn’ara paused, then shook her head. “It’s been long enough, I think, though it was difficult at the time. If Hydaelyn hadn’t assured me all would be well…”
Thancred looked troubled. “Yes, thank the heavens for small mercies, none of us were forced to confront you.”
Eyn’ara asked the question at the forefront of her mind. “Do you still see Lahabrea?”
Thancred made a face. “Not often. You’re right, it’s been a long time. Though you’ll note I don’t often wear black the way I used to.”