It's more like Pyro and Cryo mixed together. I can make things colder, too, but there's no need for that in a place like this.

[Itto can act big all he wants -- Aether was there. He saw what he's dealing with right now. Even if he decided to openly weep on Aether's shoulder, he wouldn't pay it any mind.]

[He nods thoughtfully, wondering what would be best.]

He wasn't me, but he was still someone. And I think maybe... he could have even been me from a different world.

The place where he appeared, in that strange castle... when I looked into the mirrors on each floor, I saw more and more of his life in what should have been my reflection. If different worlds are possible, why not different versions of the same one?

Or at least... it'd be nice to think that he just went home instead.

[He half wonders if he would still see him in his reflection if he checked the mirrors again... it might be worth the risk, though he'd hate to put the other-Aether through the same pain of shattering.]