"No, I thought of that as well." He keeps his eyes on the box for a second longer before lifting his gaze to meet hers. "I thought perhaps my Mirror would suffice." It might not work- a Mirror is a facsimile, not a real thing, and he knows what sort of disaster Zelena caused by trying to substitute things, but he's too desperate not to try, and too afraid to consider what happens if he fails.

"After all, no one knows me better than myself." A self-deprecating jibe, one that might cut her as much as it cuts him. His expression softens, sympathetic. "But that's going to change now."