[He’s incredulous as Peter lands right beside him, easy as breathing. First off: “Stephen”? Okay, whatever, that’s fine, Peter’s earned it by now given all they’ve been through. But how can he look at the Sanctum and call what he’s been doing intuitive? How is it intuitive have ten staircases in the space of a single foyer?
He can’t tell which way’s up any more, and it’d be far more disorienting if he wasn’t used to the fragmented nature of the Mirror Dimension.]
Intuitive. Is that what we’re calling it?
[Another bookshelf floats in, losing all its tomes as they hover away and form a perfect shape of squares, sailing by. Stephen reaches out a hand and wills them back into place, but it’s like taking a watering can to an inferno — he can only get so far.]
What’s surprising is that you’ve managed to completely pull everything apart to mirror the— the Mirror Dimension in the first place. How do you even know what you’re doing?
[The ground lurches. Stephen steps back to keep his balance planted on “firm” ground as their flooring turns at a ninety-degree angle.]
IS HE REALLY
He can’t tell which way’s up any more, and it’d be far more disorienting if he wasn’t used to the fragmented nature of the Mirror Dimension.]
Intuitive. Is that what we’re calling it?
[Another bookshelf floats in, losing all its tomes as they hover away and form a perfect shape of squares, sailing by. Stephen reaches out a hand and wills them back into place, but it’s like taking a watering can to an inferno — he can only get so far.]
What’s surprising is that you’ve managed to completely pull everything apart to mirror the— the Mirror Dimension in the first place. How do you even know what you’re doing?
[The ground lurches. Stephen steps back to keep his balance planted on “firm” ground as their flooring turns at a ninety-degree angle.]