[ there's an odd familiarity to the manic introduction and the sudden cut back to business. in the same way that the behavior had always seemed an endearing trait, eliot can't help but feel the same here, especially as ben prattles on about getting out and makes a crack about not being stacked. painfully familiar almost.

humming, he checks the sides of the glass to verify the claim. indeed, they seem to be glued down in some way, and whatever give there is only feels as if it will only snap the already cracked surface clean through. that certainly won't do. ]

Giant or no, I can't move mine without breaking it more. None of the others I've seen were stuck to the wall like this. Or already cracked.

God, why can't it just be like Alice in Wonderland or something, [ he mutters to himself before stepping back and giving his reflected companion a look and continuing plainly, ] Maybe the crack is the hint here, and we're just meant to smash it. That worked on one of the other rooms I was in, smashing it at the same time.