[She tilts her head inquisitively as she turns it to look at Sans in response. Maybe he's right, but she can't really be sure--plastering over her misery with smiles and jokes is her default state of being anyway. Wonderland or no, she's sure she would have said the same things about Papyrus. She settles for:] Yeah, maybe.
[The change in the reflection as he moves draws her attention--and Sans's reflection isn't the only one that changes. The image of Sayori in the mirror glitches to the point of being unrecognizable. For a fraction of a second, she's in pajamas, with blood on her fingers and the light absent from her eyes--
And then it's Monika.
She looks down at the younger Sans in the mirror before Sayori does, with a cheeky giggle.
A knot of sadness, and sickness, and a little bit of dread balls up in Sayori's chest. Still, she smiles wryly.] Geez. I guess this is the mirror of people you miss from home.
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[The change in the reflection as he moves draws her attention--and Sans's reflection isn't the only one that changes. The image of Sayori in the mirror glitches to the point of being unrecognizable. For a fraction of a second, she's in pajamas, with blood on her fingers and the light absent from her eyes--
And then it's Monika.
She looks down at the younger Sans in the mirror before Sayori does, with a cheeky giggle.
A knot of sadness, and sickness, and a little bit of dread balls up in Sayori's chest. Still, she smiles wryly.] Geez. I guess this is the mirror of people you miss from home.