He could have been her mother's twin, if things like Yorda and the Queen could have siblings. His skin was the same pale gray, and he was wreathed in such darkness and doubt that she couldn't be sure he wasn't something that had come from her world.
But he said it himself - he was all the things she was afraid of. Was that his true shape or simply one he'd taken because that's what frightened her the most?
"No," said Yorda. "She's dead. Ico killed her and the castle and the curse - it all died with her."
Only fragments remained. Little pieces of memory and little else.
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But he said it himself - he was all the things she was afraid of. Was that his true shape or simply one he'd taken because that's what frightened her the most?
"No," said Yorda. "She's dead. Ico killed her and the castle and the curse - it all died with her."
Only fragments remained. Little pieces of memory and little else.
"Why are you doing this?"