Lucem
Ten Thousand Club
Occultus stood in the corner of the room, thinking things over. Lux stood next to him, hands in his pockets. "So, now that you've been unmasked, what do you intend to do?" Umbra turned to his friend and was a little confused. "About what?" Lux pointed to the mask in the boy's hand. "I'm referring to that. Do you intend to continue as your fabricated persona, or will you continue as who you once were?" The black-haired boy held the mask up to his face, observing it closely. "I'm not really sure. As Occultus, I made friends. When I was the old me, I wasn't that good at things like this. People don't remember the old me, so I'm not sure what would happen if I got rid of the mask." Lux place a hand on his shoulder. "All answers come in time. Make the decision when you feel it is the right one."