[ It takes some effort, but he manages to tear his own gaze away after a moment. If only to glance down at her and tuck her in against his side before he gives a gentle nudge, trying to guide her away from the Mirrors.

There's nothing here either of them need to see, he doesn't think. And certainly nothing he wants to see. ]

I don't think epiphanies are things you find in reflections of things not even real.

[ Even if there was a kernel of truth in there, probably - in his, at least. ]

Come on. I don't think staring at it is going to make either one of us any happier with it.