Karam

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This young adult Mirror's disfigured body should have given out long ago, but it did not.

It is riddled with wounds and scars left behind after only a fraction of what he's suffered. Most have never seen his face change expression. Horrifyingly, it seems the only thing he's capable of feeling is pain. Neither the ideas of justice nor revenge seem to elicit a response, and has not shown any indication of what he might be fighting for. Even as he fights alongside family, one related by blood and one related by experience, their injuries do not faze him. Yet he will still drag them to safety, wincing with every staggered step; his unique armour is designed in such a way to allow him to stand at all; let alone fight. They don't confuse this sacrificial gesture as care or concern, though. It's simply a matter of survival. Why? Doesn't matter.

Karam didn't survive.