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The bellow caught her attention. "Darkjay! What do you see in the mirror?"

It was very important.

At what point should Terr seriously reconsider continuing this conversation? Probably at the very beginning when he saw all the mirrors. It was too late for that now.

"Remove the frame? Is it the frame that's making the mirror heavy?" He would have also told his unseen conversation partner that he was only really interested in the frame. He could make himself another mirror easily enough given his skills and whether there were available materials.

The voice insisted that the mirror was the star, although Terr highly doubted that. But he tried as suggested anyway, fingers feeling for any sort of latch that he could undo and free the frame, er, the mirror.

"Of course, of course," said the reflection in a much more rushed tone, "these are all lovely things, lovely just like you. But wouldn't you say, the most, most, most absolute important thing is love?"

Its tone was decidedly saccharine.



A single reply.

Yes.

And then another reply, almost immediately from the phone.

You can be.

"You can be," repeated the first of the two mirrors out loud, the ones that had been talking in pairs to each other.

"You should be," confirmed the second, and all eyes were now looking at her, making her feel like the observed and the reflections the observer.

"You will be." The third, the one that had returned to its post now.

There was a last message for her against the reflection.

Come join us and become real.

By the.... The voices caught her off-guard, wings twitching in response. She hadn't expected the voices to speak to her, much less from the mirrors. She glanced from reflection to reflection. Join them and be real, huh? Seemed... suspicious.

And yet...

She rolled her shoulders, wings shifting behind her and blocking out the mirrors from anyone else.

I will be real. What do I need to do?

Asuna pressed both her hand and the phone to the original mirror, jaw set.

The frame of the mirror did actually unlatch, exactly as Terry imagined it, and the reflection part itself simply caved in, folding open sideways like a secret door.

At the other end of the door was a long staircase.

"See?" came a muffled voice from down the staircase, a long, narrow, winding staircase that seemed to have no end. "There's something much more valuable inside the frame."

The crisis was somehow temporarily paused with the coorperation of her War fellow. Having some idle time, Siluhe decided to visit one of her many friends on the Death floor. The death floor was weirder than she thought, she already met with a mirro the moment she stepped out the elevator. She then saw many more scattered around.

The petite horseman wondered what the function of the mirrors were. Was it to check their appearances or to facilitate their so-called trance? Siluhe stared at the mirror and just stared at it.

Adelaide's question went unanswered, his only response was harsh breathing, heart hammering in his chest. He needed to calm down. It was just a famine illusion. The sobbing had stopped, his reflection was gone and he was real -

The noise began anew, and he whirled on the spot to face another mirror, the exact same mirror he had just destroyed. Darkjay bared his teeth at this figure, wings flaring, ready to strike this one down too. He would destroy every mirror here if he had too!

There was something different this time, however. His revolving reflection's mouth kept opening and closing like some fish out of water. Was it choking?

Hah, served him right. "Thats what you get" His grin turned feral as his reflection pointed at him, saying something but no sound accompanied him. Instead a horrendous feeling welled in his chest. It burned like a fire, felt like maggots were eating at his heart. Had he ever felt such a emotion as this? He stepped back, wings folding along his body like some makeshift shield against the emotions filling up his heart.

"The ******** you...DONE TO ME?!" He struck the mirror again.