"Is it wrong to love oneself as you would another?" His hair is wet from the spray of the waterfall, long hair cascading down his back; dull eyes staring at his reflection in the water.

"Look how wonderful--" He's interrupted as you skip a rock over the water, his reflection rippling as it plops just in front of him, snapping him out of his haze. Narcissus laughs at this, swimming towards where you stand on the grass.

"Thank you, darling. I would have gotten lost in myself once again."