[Why, Junpei wonders, are mirrors so—mean? Demanding? He's sure there has to be an actual reason this place is the way it is, and if he wasn't feeling his thoughts turn into static in real time, he might give that more time to explore. Instead he gets as far as "why are mirrors mean" and then the bizarre pull of everything in here drags him out of it, and oh shit, Charles has been talking as well?
He says,] What? [because he only caught maybe half of that amidst all the other noise, and at least tone is easier to parse than the words themselves, so he adds,] You're doing better than me...
[Ha ha, his little joke. Then it's stumbling out of the mirror again, and somehow the sudden absence of all that sound is just as jarring as being in the middle of it. He wobbles, blinking a few times to shake off the lingering odd feeling.]
Okay... it was cool, but I never want to do that again.
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He says,] What? [because he only caught maybe half of that amidst all the other noise, and at least tone is easier to parse than the words themselves, so he adds,] You're doing better than me...
[Ha ha, his little joke. Then it's stumbling out of the mirror again, and somehow the sudden absence of all that sound is just as jarring as being in the middle of it. He wobbles, blinking a few times to shake off the lingering odd feeling.]
Okay... it was cool, but I never want to do that again.