He'd be pleased to hear you say that.

[His voice is arch, but tight. The unspoken carries: Mirror Blight would be happy. He's not.]

Derek. Derek Powers. [He's debating giving her a visual too, but maybe the differences are slight enough it won't be that reassuring. As he speaks he's staring down at his own hands.] It used to be his name too, once...but I don't think he deserves it anymore.

[There's condemnation in his tone, anger. Mirror Blight was once Derek Powers, somebody of influence and respect, a businessman. He once had a son. He let that all be taken from him because he would rather give into his selfish hatred, his bitter and petty spite.

There for the grace of God go I.]