The same words came out of the mouth of the man in front of me. "Hey...who're you?" Then I was gripped by a sudden foreboding and realized what Kayaba's present, the «hand mirror», meant. I raised the mirror in a rush, and the face stared back at me. Black hair that lay neatly over the head, two weak looking eyes that could be seen beneath the slightly long hair, and a delicate face that made people mistake me for a girl even now when I go out in casual clothes with my sister. The calm face of a warrior that «Kirito» had had even a few seconds ago was no longer there. The face that was in the mirror— Was my actual face that I had tried so hard to escape from. "Ah...it's me..." Cline, who had been also staring at his mirror, fell backwards. We both looked at each other and shouted at the same time. "You're Cline!?" "You're Kirito!?"