[h3]The Waters of Reflection, Halls of the Old Lords, beyond the Old Labyrinth (depth 4, floor 2)[/h3]
Torquil and Gerlinde both looked on with keen interest as Ophelia went first to try out the miraculous powers of this strange little basin, though it was obviously difficult to tell interest – or any other emotion for that matter – from Torquil's current features. He tried his best to get a look at Ophelia's reflection in the water to see what she was doing, but due to the nature of reflections he could not see much from his perspective.
When Ophelia had finished imagining the changes she wanted to make and jumped into the water, they would all get the rather remarkable experience of witnessing the magic waters at work. As Ophelia broke the surface and began to sink, the perfect still, mirror-like liquid made it look as though she and her reflection were colliding and passing through each other, the real her on her way down and the reflection on the way up. And while Ophelia had made only minor changes, they would all certainly notice the difference as soon as they could see the reflection of Ophelia's head with the different hair coming up to meet Ophelia's actual head and hair... only for the two to cross paths as Ophelia submerged, upon which the one reflection vanished and the Ophelia now below the water had been replaced with it. Now in the water, she had [I]become[/I] her reflection, and as she climbed out of the pool – completely dry despite having just gone in the water – her appearance had been altered to suit her wishes.
“That's all?” Gerlinde remarked, still smiling but with a tone of humorous disappointment. “I guess it's fine if that's your preference. It's certainly unique.”

As soon as Ophelia had finished making her desired alterations, Torquil hesitantly walked over to stand above the basin. He looked down and saw hundreds of refracted copies of his own inhuman visage in the water looking back at him, and felt his gut churn at the thought that the abomination he was looking at was himself. But here, now, with the magic of these waters swirling with eldritch light, he could remedy that and return to his old self. He just had to imagine –
His heart abruptly sank at a horrid realization: he could not picture his own face. He knew what it felt like to wear his face, of course, but he could not at all remember actually seeing himself. Even as the strained his mind to its limit to try to recall if he had ever caught so much as a glimpse of his own reflection, the few glimpses he could remember had either been while he was wearing a helmet or after his head had already mutated. He would need a picture of himself to ever hope to replicate what he used to look like, and he could not imagine that there would ever have been anyone who cared enough about him to make one.
But as he continued to stare at himself in the water, watching the tentacles on his face lazily undulate of their own accord and his big, bug-like eyes staring back up at him soullessly, he pondered what to do... and realized that this might be an opportunity. As long as he could remember – which was just earlier this evening, to be fair, when he woke up a Hunter for the first time – whenever his thoughts had turned to himself, it had provoked revulsion and self-hate. Even now he still did not understand [I]why[/I] he felt that way, but perhaps this was a means by which he could distance himself from those feelings? A chance to reinvent himself and become someone else? Someone [I]better[/I]? Yes! The time of Old Torquil was over, and it was time for him to become New Torquil! More handsome and confident, someone people would actually notice and maybe even look at with admiration!
The only issue with that idea was that he had a very limited concept of what a “handsome” man would look like. He knew what he found attractive in women, but what did people interested in men want to see in them? The main point of inspiration he could think of was Dietrich, who everyone seemed to fawn over. For a moment Torquil imagined himself with Dietrich's face, and his reflection shifted in response to this... and Torquil immediately found it unnerving to see the First Hunter of the White Healing Church looking back from his own reflection. What could he do to not just be a replica of someone else?
He cocked his head as seconds ticked by, his face-tentacles writhing and twisting as the Hunter's mind slowly worked its way through the redesign of himself. Dietrich's face... but maybe with somewhat stronger bone-structure, something closer to what Farren had. Strong cheekbones, fierce eyes. Jaw... Torquil's jaw used to trouble him before the Shopkeeper fixed it. A strong, broad jaw, like Victor's. And maybe something like Victor's beard, in those fancy braids? Ah, but Torquil did remember that his own hair was neither blond like Dietrich's nor chestnut like Victor's: Torquil's hair was black, so he could keep it that way. And his eyes... he thought his eyes used to be brown? Should he do something fancy with them, like Ophelia had with hers? He really liked Gerlinde's eyes, sapphire blue with the green ring around the iris... maybe he could invert that? Make them green with a blue ring? But not sapphire blue like Gerlinde's eyes, pale blue like Dietrich's. Yes, that looked nice. And his body? He was mostly fine with his body; he was strong and sturdy, but he did wish he was a bit taller. It had always felt slightly humiliating to be the shortest out of their little party, especially compared to Farren and Gerlinde. When he thought of a taller version of himself... maybe something like Victor's build? Victor had been even taller than Farren, and looked really strong as well. Yes...

After a long couple of minutes of silently staring at himself in the water, Torquil finally braced himself and jumped into the pool. A couple of seconds later he emerged a completely new man, with the head of a man none of them had seen before, but that was at the very least that of a man rather than a monster.
“Did it work?” Torquil asked out loud, and was immediately and immensely relieved to hear his own human voice rather than the distorted version of his first altered face, let alone the weird telepathic speech of the second one. He looked down at his glove-clad hands and blinked, and was immediately grateful for the fact that he had eyelids to blink in the first place. “It did! How do I look?”