[The smile Michael offers her is lazy and condescending, and absolutely nowhere near kind. The thing in the mirror twitches. A flash of bright violet ripples across its skin.
He looks at his other self - his true self - and though he's too small now to look into his own eyes, he knows what's there. Mia isn't real, and just at the moment that form isn't either. But he can still feel the tentacle crushing her up against the glass like a phantom limb, like an ache in his too-stiff fingers.
Mirroring his reflection, he brings up his hand to touch Maya's shoulder lightly.]
But it's not your fault. Who could expect anything more out of some pathetic little human?
[He reaches for the back of her head, for long black hair to knot his fingers into, and tries to slam her forward against the mirror.]
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[The smile Michael offers her is lazy and condescending, and absolutely nowhere near kind. The thing in the mirror twitches. A flash of bright violet ripples across its skin.
He looks at his other self - his true self - and though he's too small now to look into his own eyes, he knows what's there. Mia isn't real, and just at the moment that form isn't either. But he can still feel the tentacle crushing her up against the glass like a phantom limb, like an ache in his too-stiff fingers.
Mirroring his reflection, he brings up his hand to touch Maya's shoulder lightly.]
But it's not your fault. Who could expect anything more out of some pathetic little human?
[He reaches for the back of her head, for long black hair to knot his fingers into, and tries to slam her forward against the mirror.]