Of course, it's probably because it's so different from my image of you.

How the heck do you see me?

But then I suddenly thought... What does it mean to observe reality, anyway?

All because of that?

I can tell that you think I can "see the truth" or something, Renko...

Mind reading!?

You make it obvious...

I have an image of a "regular" Renko that's built on my senses and suppositions.

Yet "the actual" Renko has many sides, all hidden behind many veils, right?

Maybe I just got a glimpse at one of those sides that I usually don't get to see.

A side of me even I don't know, really. I don't really wear this sort of dress.

But look at you, Merry. You look nothing like your regular self either.

Seems that everything's inside-out tonight, eh?