Both Americas have somehow forgotten that they're not the only ones intertwined like this. It's hard to tell which of them is at the forefront now with raised eyebrows and look of surprise fleeting across his face, unsure of how to proceed.

"Uh. Yeah." Again, hard to tell which of them is staring warily at Daryl. America's body sways and there's a brief look of relief before it seamlessly falls into a pout. This isn't what Amirrorca wanted. What he really wanted was a nice little camping trip with his beloved Alfie, waiting out the rest of the event without hearing that scraggly asshole's name pass such perfect (gnawed, chapped, slightly pale) lips. Second option would have been to find Daryl and force him to flip his shit, show America what sort of man he really is, and then deliver a nice good beat-down. Then he would whisk America away back to the dark corners of a shared dream where they'd curl up and... read or something. He hasn't really thought that far ahead of the beating up Daryl part.

But no. He can't even have that because there's some dumbass Mirror standing in his way being a little shit.

"Aw hell, this is no fun. Bring out the other guy! The, the ragey one! No, seriously Alfie, you haven't seen this guy pissed, he's hideous."

Not for the first time today, America screeches that he doesn't want to be called 'Alfie' and is once again ignored by his Mirror.

Holding tight to his control, the Mirror balls his hands into fists and kicks the nearest camp item.

"You're literally the most superfluous person here."

That's it. That's the only big word the Mirror knows. And he's using it to describe Daryl's Mirror.