As the mirror hummed, Mephis already knew what to expect from it. Picking it up and waiting to see what inane question or comment he would receive. It was getting old, but at the same time it left him a chance to reflect on his own thoughts. Mostly talking to himself as he never received a reply to the questions he answered.

“Perhaps it depends on what rules we’re discussing. Living on Mewni there’s just so many rules against what monsters can and can’t do so of course I would often ignore those. But rules placed on monsters by monsters, I always found a bit more tolerable. Even between septarians, my family placed rules against harming one another. For example, we couldn’t die, but regeneration takes longer for some than others. So in disputes there were rules to how gravely you could injure your opponent. I did well to follow these rules as…. I’ll admit I often found myself in such disputes. Other rules placed by my family I followed virtually religiously. But to mewmans, yes I could have been considered a trouble maker for simply existing where they thought I shouldn’t.”