"Oh, but of course! This is Wonderland, after all. Tricky place, this. The mirrors lining the walls, any mirror you come across, is a window to the other side. We cannot hear them or directly communicate, but writing on the surface of the mirror seems to get the message across. That is, if you're skilled in reading mirrored writing. Even the network cannot penetrate the mirrors." He steps past her to lean against the counter, braced at his lower back, so he's still facing her.
"Making do? Some are. Others aren't. Many here will tell you that they are better off here, than there. You see, this place has been known to pluck you from the icy grasp of death. I myself experienced this." Oh look, there's the first bold-faced lie since his name, but it's delivered with no less honesty than anything else he's spoken. "So many don't wish to return to their fates. Others rally against the land fruitlessly while some bide their time in search of opportunities to present themselves." He glanced at her over the top of his shades. He was genuinely enjoying jerking the spider around in his web. He's sure she's suspicious, or possibly doesn't even buy a word he's saying, but she isn't acting on any of it and that in and of itself is a win in his book. How unfortunate that this persona will likely only be for her eyes.
"You don't strike me as the type to sit and wait for rescue, nor do you seem the type to outwardly make a scene without decisive planning. If you happen about an opportunity to escape, I do hope you will share the opening."
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"Oh, but of course! This is Wonderland, after all. Tricky place, this. The mirrors lining the walls, any mirror you come across, is a window to the other side. We cannot hear them or directly communicate, but writing on the surface of the mirror seems to get the message across. That is, if you're skilled in reading mirrored writing. Even the network cannot penetrate the mirrors." He steps past her to lean against the counter, braced at his lower back, so he's still facing her.
"Making do? Some are. Others aren't. Many here will tell you that they are better off here, than there. You see, this place has been known to pluck you from the icy grasp of death. I myself experienced this." Oh look, there's the first bold-faced lie since his name, but it's delivered with no less honesty than anything else he's spoken. "So many don't wish to return to their fates. Others rally against the land fruitlessly while some bide their time in search of opportunities to present themselves." He glanced at her over the top of his shades. He was genuinely enjoying jerking the spider around in his web. He's sure she's suspicious, or possibly doesn't even buy a word he's saying, but she isn't acting on any of it and that in and of itself is a win in his book. How unfortunate that this persona will likely only be for her eyes.
"You don't strike me as the type to sit and wait for rescue, nor do you seem the type to outwardly make a scene without decisive planning. If you happen about an opportunity to escape, I do hope you will share the opening."