"I don't wanna go in circles forever," she says, her voice more reedy, whiny than she means it. "But- guess you don't get a choice."

She closes her eyes for a moment, feeling... something. Needing a second, probably. She needs to muster her thoughts a little, iron out a line of reasoning, a path forward.

And yet, something is bright even through her closed eyelids. She looks up, and notices the cracks in the mirror have faded. There's no reflection on the surface, either. She reaches out to touch it, and her fingers hit... nothing.

"Logan?" She sounds more worried than hopeful. Sudden, unexpected changes are rarely good. "Are you- is it doing this for you?"