Fryx handed the mirror back.
His gaze turned sharp. Dark.
His whole body trembled.
Spikes rising. Closing.
— Who do you think you are?!
— I don’t need your mirror.
I don’t need your help.
— You think this will fix anything?
— You’re wrong. Completely wrong.
Gaïa didn’t expect that.
She truly thought it would help.
But in that moment, she understood.
Showing someone what they’re not ready to see…
only makes them resist harder.
— Sënka_
