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[Cecil is in his room, shuddering, arms wrapped tightly around his body. Is it fear? Is it the cold?

His closet door is open, and there's a bedsheet draped over it -- covering the mirror.

Cecil's fingers press into his sides, pulling at the fabric of his shirt, nearly tearing it. He stares straight ahead, his bright eyes wide; unseeing.]

My mother always said that it would be a mirror.

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[klutziness]

Hey man, just calm down, okay? It's just, you know, probably some kinda illusion.

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[he shakes his head.]

I know from illusions, young lady, and what's happening in that mirror is definitively not an illusion. A nightmare, yes. A malevolent force, almost certainly. But an illusion? No.

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[ryuuzaki]

"It"?

[He gets the implication, but he wants Cecil to elaborate.]

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She warned me. She sat me down at the kitchen table, and she told me. Very clearly. A mirror, Cecil. A mirror.

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[Pepper peers through her device at him.]

Are you alright?

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[He gazes uncertainly from her to the covered mirror, then back again.]

For now. But the future isn't promising.

[invisibilitea]

Do you need....company?

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Oh, Annie. Yes. If it isn't any trouble to you.

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Did she have any basis for this prediction?

[ will graham: good at comfort. ]

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My mother had great powers of clairvoyance. She accurately foretold at least three thought invasions, two apocalypse attempts, and no less than four alien incursions.

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[shallbeavenged]

[Ai is curious at that.]

What would be a mirror?

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[What a sweet-eyed girl.]

My death, young lady.

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[acapriciousthing]

[The mirrors have been strange. But no need to jump to conclusions. She gives the man on the screen a reassuring look.]

What did she say would be a mirror?

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My killer, my death, my ultimate and inevitable unmaking. And so on.

[He is not reassured. If anything, looking at her gives him a strange feeling of disquiet.]

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[Concerned lady is concerned.]

Are you alone-?

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[Cecil squeezes himself unhappily.]

Yes. So very, horribly alone.

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[kneaded]

[ probably not so flattering that cecil reminds him of the morphlings. peeta sounds concerned, but there's also some genuine curiosity in the question. ]

Your mother said death would be a mirror?

[ hey sup spying on your conversations. ]

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She was extremely clear on the point.

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[endureandsurvive]

r u ok dude

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No! And you aren't, either. None of us are okay.

[leaps]

A mirror?

[ what... ]

What did she mean?

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I wish I knew. Prophecy can be irritatingly obtuse.

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[rancorously]

[ Yeah, spying on the conversations, and area of his expertise sure did pop up. ]

Did your mother ever accurate predict a death?

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My mother knew what she was talking about. Of course, we didn't always know what she was talking about, but rest assured, she was rarely wrong. As far as I could tell.

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My advice? Don't break it.

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My God, as if I would! As if I could!