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"You're doing a great job," the mirror encouraged, wrapping the palm of her hand around the surface where Elaia was prodding as if trying to squeeze it. "The most important thing is to love yourself, then you can love others more. Wouldn't you agree that love is the greatest gift of them all?"

Unfortunately, Asuna didn't get a new text message, though this did cause her reflection for a second just stare at her in an oddly reverse situation of the prior.

It was only then that the reflection began to madly type on their cellphone and then press it against the surface of mirror, as if it were a glass cage instead of just a mirror. It read:

ARE YOU REAL.

That was... disconcerning. Asuna leaned forward to her reflection and frowned for a moment, before typing on her phone quickly and holding it up to the surface of the mirror in reply.

Last time I checked, I am real. Are you real?

The mirror was extraordinarily heavy, impossible to move. It did make a terrible scraping sound as it was dragged along the marble floor for a grand total of a few inches.

"Where are we going?" piped up a voice from seemingly nowhere. Whenever Terr looked at the reflection it seemed to do exactly as a reflection did, so the voice could have come from anywhere, even an invisible horseman, or a very, very tiny one.

The Death Horseman should have known it was too good to be true. Of course it would be beyond his capabilities. Perhaps even a War Horseman would find trouble in transporting the mirror. The groove he'd dragged on the floor filled him with shame. How was he supposed to fix that?

And then someone spoke.

Terr did not usually show emotion and in spite of his frustration (and how upset he was over ruining the marble), he answered in his usual dead-pan "Nowhere, apparently. Mirror's too heavy for me." he glanced around in search of the source, fully expecting to receive a reprimand once he found them.

"The words," reflection Mimsy urged as they digested this information, "You have to say the words first. That's the most basic, that's step one. They're-"

The reflection's lips moved, indiscernible twitching, but no voice came out.

"Step two, then yes, you can see Alice. We all can. He can come too, both of him!"

Loki was lost in thought. Not an unusual occurrence for a priestess - the only reason she hadn't crashed into anything or anyone yet was some innate sense of the layout of the room as it normally was. Or could be. It all kind of blended together after a while.

She blinked, stopped in her tracks, and seemed to finally notice they were surrounded by mirrors. This was new. There weren't usually mirrors outside the temple...

Loki frowned in visible confusion. "Huh. Are we redecorating?"

Hearing Adelaide chide him about his use of excessive force, Darkjay just shrugged it off. "I'll handle it." He responded. If it came to that he'd either pay up, come up with a excuse, or just punch the horseman asking for compensation.

He then focused his attention back on the mirror...

"...What"

He spoke the words out loud, expression blank. His reflection was not only crying like a ******** coward, but it was wearing a hunter coat. The same clothing those scum ******** humans wore when they attacked them, when they kill their kind, and when they destroyed their island and everything they knew and loved.

He could not think of a greater insult to his pride, to his being. To say Darkjay was livid was a understatement. His wings fluffed up, body shaking in pure rage. He felt threatened by this meek reflection who wore the enemies clothes, who continued to cry and cry and not do anything about it save to cry as if this would solve all his problems.

The war horseman didn't punch the mirror again. Oh no. Instead, he picked the entire thing up and threw it with force, not at anyone or anything in particular, bellowing a angry war cry.