[ He turns his head when she gives a glance towards her own mirror, expectant of a reflection of her of some sort but only catching a glimpse of the crystal floating in midair. Odd, he registers it as something to be suspicious about — why does her mirror react in that way? ]
A spirit isn’t gonna jump out if I do, will it? [ He doubts she has an answer, but it’s more or less a joke. Kneeling down he picks it up again, shaking the snow off the face of the mirror and seeing the reflection of his face once more. It physically makes his stomach turn, seeing his own features twist into that of defeat.
Touma has every right to be disgusted. Who’s proud of being a bandit, anyway? The second someone looks at us we’re labeled as nothing but garbage, at least he deserves better...
Hey. [ He holds it out for her. ] Hold it for me one more time.
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A spirit isn’t gonna jump out if I do, will it? [ He doubts she has an answer, but it’s more or less a joke. Kneeling down he picks it up again, shaking the snow off the face of the mirror and seeing the reflection of his face once more. It physically makes his stomach turn, seeing his own features twist into that of defeat.
Touma has every right to be disgusted. Who’s proud of being a bandit, anyway? The second someone looks at us we’re labeled as nothing but garbage, at least he deserves better...
Hey. [ He holds it out for her. ] Hold it for me one more time.