She's not sure if she truly remembers him or simply thinks those memories are real, but she recognizes him. It's a problem that comes up occasionally on the other side of the glass; some people wonder if they were brought in from elsewhere just like their supposed Reals while others are content to believe that they were created here and that's all that there is -- but too much of what she feels she remembers feels real for her to join the latter camp.
She pauses in rummaging through one of her Real's drawers and smiles as she looks up at him. He's a Real, not a Mirror like her, but she feels like she knows him all the same. She hooks her thumb beneath the chain of her necklace and gives it a gentle tug, holding up the pendant for display.]
Thanks. It was a gift.
[She lets it drop, with what looks like a wallet still in hand.]
Does she let you wander in here just any old time you feel like, pal?
why hello there
She's not sure if she truly remembers him or simply thinks those memories are real, but she recognizes him. It's a problem that comes up occasionally on the other side of the glass; some people wonder if they were brought in from elsewhere just like their supposed Reals while others are content to believe that they were created here and that's all that there is -- but too much of what she feels she remembers feels real for her to join the latter camp.
She pauses in rummaging through one of her Real's drawers and smiles as she looks up at him. He's a Real, not a Mirror like her, but she feels like she knows him all the same. She hooks her thumb beneath the chain of her necklace and gives it a gentle tug, holding up the pendant for display.]
Thanks. It was a gift.
[She lets it drop, with what looks like a wallet still in hand.]
Does she let you wander in here just any old time you feel like, pal?