Nobody in the mirror shards has an answer for Sira. They don't seem to be paying the daemon much attention.
But the longer that Sira is with these mirror shards, talking to them or otherwise, they'll feel something creep up on them. It might not be a feeling that Sira is unfamiliar with, the urge to bend and meld themself to others. But the feeling builds more and more, piling onto their soul and their mind. This memory plays behind their--
--Eyes everywhere. Someone is always looking at you and you know what's expected of you. It's what you were made for and you will make others happy even if it means your fingernails are pulled off because someone else wanted them, even if it felt like your skin would tear itself off your body when someone touched you. There's nothing wrong. There's nothing wrong with you.
You were asleep. There was an accident. They wouldn't lie to you. You were loved so they wouldn't lie to you.
But your dreams are cold and there's something weighing on you. Something that's loud, bitter and ugly. An urge to scream, to lash out. Something in the darkness.
Blood bubbles past your lips when you look. Your eyes itch and you stick your fingers in your sockets to find nothing. You claw out the remaining bits of flesh and veins. There's a burn in your throat and you tear it out, but it doesn't stop the screaming. The feeling of your hands on someone else's throat, choking the life out of him.
A steady stream of crushing self-loathing. A powerful hatred for the world, for the people within it. I hate you. I hate you all. I want you all dead. I want to die. I-
But what started this all you wonder, as you lie in a bloody heap while "you" have to live a life you do not want. The answer is easy: you looked in the mirror.
And you wanted to be yourself for the first time in your life.
When the vision ends, the mirror shards are gone. Even the ones so small that Sira couldn't pick up out of the dryer have vanished.
But there's not a lot of time to muse on what they saw. There's a loud bang on the door that Sira came out of. It seems like someone's trying to kick the door down.
cw eye injury/gore/suicidal idealization
But the longer that Sira is with these mirror shards, talking to them or otherwise, they'll feel something creep up on them. It might not be a feeling that Sira is unfamiliar with, the urge to bend and meld themself to others. But the feeling builds more and more, piling onto their soul and their mind. This memory plays behind their--
--Eyes everywhere. Someone is always looking at you and you know what's expected of you. It's what you were made for and you will make others happy even if it means your fingernails are pulled off because someone else wanted them, even if it felt like your skin would tear itself off your body when someone touched you. There's nothing wrong. There's nothing wrong with you.
You were asleep. There was an accident. They wouldn't lie to you. You were loved so they wouldn't lie to you.
But your dreams are cold and there's something weighing on you. Something that's loud, bitter and ugly. An urge to scream, to lash out. Something in the darkness.
Blood bubbles past your lips when you look. Your eyes itch and you stick your fingers in your sockets to find nothing. You claw out the remaining bits of flesh and veins. There's a burn in your throat and you tear it out, but it doesn't stop the screaming. The feeling of your hands on someone else's throat, choking the life out of him.
A steady stream of crushing self-loathing. A powerful hatred for the world, for the people within it. I hate you. I hate you all. I want you all dead. I want to die. I-
But what started this all you wonder, as you lie in a bloody heap while "you" have to live a life you do not want. The answer is easy: you looked in the mirror.
And you wanted to be yourself for the first time in your life.
When the vision ends, the mirror shards are gone. Even the ones so small that Sira couldn't pick up out of the dryer have vanished.
But there's not a lot of time to muse on what they saw. There's a loud bang on the door that Sira came out of. It seems like someone's trying to kick the door down.