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[pastel_memory]

[Namine slips in through the mirror to her room, stepping through the glass and bristling. Alice doesn't want help, she's too confused, and there's nothing else she can do. Heartbroken, the girl sighs and smooths down her dress until the state of her room catches her eye. Worse, the person in her room.]

...Riqis?

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[madeinmirrors]

[The bedroom itself is in shambles, and reeks carpet to ceiling of darkness. The bed's been stripped and blasted with Dark Firaga, along with the curtains. Downy pillows have been turned inside out and shaken everywhere, as if half a dozen molting angels had taken up residence.

And worst of all, the wall murals have been slashed, her portfolio's been torn and scattered...bits of paper little the room, crumbled and shredded.

In the middle of it all, facing away from the mirror that might return him, stands the modified replica, hatefully surveying the last of the drawings, Arland sleeping with his head in her lap on the shoreline.

He scoffs at it before tossing it over his shoulder at her, well aware she's the one who belongs on this side. His voice is scathing and spiteful.]

They're all terrible work. Slapdash. You don't even care if it's quality.

[pastel_memory]

[She's in a state of shock at her room, not really believing Riqis has done this. It was hers, all of this, and it's torn to shreds. It's a nightmare, some horrible nightmare, all of this and she'll...

No. She won't wake up; this is real. Namine stares at him, the last drawing falling to the floor unscathed. She turns her eyes to the picture and then back to him.]

It's... Why would you do this?

[madeinmirrors]

[He's gained a little more malice in his smile, and it's been worth the whole trip just to hear her tone of voice, that young heart breaking. It's the revenge he'll never have on his own Namine, because he couldn't dare intervene with the Queen's favorite so much, and because he still needs to love her while he hates her.

But the doll acts more real than his princess. And the doll's also betrayed him, cherishing that fake so much more.]

So you'll try a little harder at being perfect.

[He jeers mockingly, gesturing broadly at the mess with a wicked curl of a sneer. The darkness stands thick with him, triumphant.]

Sometimes, it's just so horrible you're better off scrapping everything and starting over.

[pastel_memory]

[She doesn't think she can be perfect, not for him or anyone else, and the state of all of her drawings, to be told how terrible they are... She's known the other side of herself is much better at drawing, that her coloring is perfect, that her sketches are flawless. But this hurts her more than she's willing to admit.

She wants to make Riqis happy too, but she doesn't know how anymore, not when he hurts her like this.]

This was ours and you just... You destroyed it all. [She's trying to keep the tears in, her heart pounding and wrenching in her chest. This wasn't just her room, it was Arland's. It was their new life. Over a year of work has given them this.]

A-And you just want me to start over? How? How can I...?