[ When Alfor reaches out to her, there's a moment of relief--but it's terribly short-lived. His words sound less and less like her father in both choice and cadence. Slowly, the image of Alfor begins to fade out, flickering as if some sort of hologram.
The person she sees before her is definitely not the late King of Altea.
Allura's eyes widen and she pulls back immediately. ]
You--! He was--
[ She looks around but sees no trace of what was left of Alfor's image. Allura touches her temple. ]
I--...you looked so much like him. You have my apologies.
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The person she sees before her is definitely not the late King of Altea.
Allura's eyes widen and she pulls back immediately. ]
You--! He was--
[ She looks around but sees no trace of what was left of Alfor's image. Allura touches her temple. ]
I--...you looked so much like him. You have my apologies.