the8thmonarch | (no subject)

... My mirror was broken.

I hate him.

Me. I don't... feel anything.

The mirror made me feel.

"Yeah, well, when ya tried ta punch in the face, did ya feel somethin'?"

...

hate.

"There ya go. That's somethin' ya didn't need the mirror ta feel. Are ya feelin' anythin' else?"

... hate.

"...Yeah. Well, that ain't surprisin'." *he goes to take her hand in a very non-threatening manner.*

"What 'bout now?"

... Disgust.

"...Che, that's a start in the right direction, at least." *he lets go and starts off, back towards his office/home.*