[Of course Sayori is in front of the mirror. Why wouldn't she be? And she knows she shouldn't be, she knows, but.
There's something clutched in her hand. A photograph. Her with the Literature Club—Monika, Yuri, and Natsuki—and another person. In a similar uniform, but...strangely nondescript. Forgettable in a way that's difficult to put your finger on.
A boy with dark hair.
And the version of him in the mirror looks so much brighter. So much more real. At least, it does when it's not glitching apart in time to the doubts in Sayori's head. But you can't see that—all you can see is the photo, and the one person in it who hasn't shown up in service of the Bureau of Balance.
Sayori pouts at the mirror, the expression of her mouth far more shallow than the deep, conflicted sadness in her eyes.] Why is like...every magic mirror awful?
any loop except 1 ♥ OTA [CW: unreality]
There's something clutched in her hand. A photograph. Her with the Literature Club—Monika, Yuri, and Natsuki—and another person. In a similar uniform, but...strangely nondescript. Forgettable in a way that's difficult to put your finger on.
A boy with dark hair.
And the version of him in the mirror looks so much brighter. So much more real. At least, it does when it's not glitching apart in time to the doubts in Sayori's head. But you can't see that—all you can see is the photo, and the one person in it who hasn't shown up in service of the Bureau of Balance.
Sayori pouts at the mirror, the expression of her mouth far more shallow than the deep, conflicted sadness in her eyes.] Why is like...every magic mirror awful?