[At first, Drosselmeyer doesn't even spot Mytho. He's too distracted by his new creation, even if it isn't as glorious as his Prince.]

[But when Mytho begins to draw closer and speaks up, Drosselmeyer glances his way. The old man's eyes widen. The last time he saw Mytho, the Prince was whole, happy, and off to rejoin the story with the girl he loved. So very happy. So very tedious.]

[Drosselmeyer isn't the best at people when you get down to it, but he knows Mytho well enough to tell that something's changed.]

[How interesting.]

I was referring to my latest work!

[He grins and holds up the carving. Again, it's a flat piece of wood, but it looks oddly... torso-like.]

He still isn't finished, but I'm sure he'll turn out magnificently. I always make the best puppets.