[He's heard promises like this the last time he'd been talking about himself and his Mirror. Isaac had said the same sort of thing--nothing can hurt me, I'll hurt them first--and if he'd known Isaac and Cora know each other from home, that might add another piece to the puzzle he's assembling in his mind.
He's struck by the similarity now. Her confident response is flippant and it's stupid, because it's not as though Adam hands out these warnings for no reason. He almost hopes she's purposely blowing smoke up his ass in some weird way of trying to reassure him and take him down a notch--that at least would mean she's not serious.]
You can feel people when they're inside you, trying to possess you. I know what he is. I'm telling you, don't even try.
[What if next time the Mirror doesn't smile and give himself away? What if he goes the full distance and mirrors him like a magical duplicate's supposed to? It would only take a couple of seconds to stab a knife somewhere vulnerable--it'd take a hell of a lot longer to see through him and tear him apart as Cora wants to pretend.]
I guess it's my fault he even exists, so sorry you had to meet my evil twin.
[He's sorry about everything in general. A part of him doesn't even really want to know what his Mirror had thought to say or do; he's getting tired of having to explain himself to other people without having to explain himself and unravel whatever spin the Mirror's thought to put on his life.]
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He's struck by the similarity now. Her confident response is flippant and it's stupid, because it's not as though Adam hands out these warnings for no reason. He almost hopes she's purposely blowing smoke up his ass in some weird way of trying to reassure him and take him down a notch--that at least would mean she's not serious.]
You can feel people when they're inside you, trying to possess you. I know what he is. I'm telling you, don't even try.
[What if next time the Mirror doesn't smile and give himself away? What if he goes the full distance and mirrors him like a magical duplicate's supposed to? It would only take a couple of seconds to stab a knife somewhere vulnerable--it'd take a hell of a lot longer to see through him and tear him apart as Cora wants to pretend.]
I guess it's my fault he even exists, so sorry you had to meet my evil twin.
[He's sorry about everything in general. A part of him doesn't even really want to know what his Mirror had thought to say or do; he's getting tired of having to explain himself to other people without having to explain himself and unravel whatever spin the Mirror's thought to put on his life.]