Damon's hand grips so hard to the shard of glass that it cuts through his palm. The smell of blood enters the area. He shakes, and he realizes distantly that's Regis' voice. It's his friend's voice in the middle of his breaking apart. It could very well be Regis' mirror instead, but he can't think as to why Regis' mirror would want to- What would be the motivation? He pushes himself to his feet and stares at the bloody shard in his hand.

"She's already been through enough this week," he hisses out the words as if speaking to that version of him who can't hear because he's on the other side. "And now my mirror's there, sliding into bed with her and she doesn't know."

And Damon does not trust him. His voice strangles.

"I can't-"