( Ben can't say his mirror is fixed to the wall, but that fact provides Ben no benefits: nothing lies between the mirror backing and the wall, and there is certainly nothing interesting on the backside of his room's mirror, either.
he's sitting on the floor here, kneeling now that he had drawn closer up upon first sight of another human being (or, supposedly; perhaps it's not smart to assume) trapped in this silly predicament. Ben slides the pen in his hands back into his blazer pocket, sidetracked thoroughly from his odd task from before.
thoughtfully, as if almost to himself: ) I happen to not be a big fan of beheadings, personally. ( look, nothing about Alice in Wonderland ticked any of Ben's amusement boxes as a child, but...honestly. beheadings. how did anyone not have nightmares about that bit?
but then, Eliot here mentions something: he's done all of this before. he shares his rote wisdom, having smashed the mirror out in the previous entrapment. Ben's face is widened with attention, peering into the mirror as if Eliot were sharing some secret of the universe...
until... Ben blinks, expression narrowing questioningly. ) So, hang on, one moment — you're saying it worked in one of the rooms you were in previously, yet...here you are, in yet another room, trapped again? ( sorry, Ben is just trying to make sure he has all of the details covered. )
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he's sitting on the floor here, kneeling now that he had drawn closer up upon first sight of another human being (or, supposedly; perhaps it's not smart to assume) trapped in this silly predicament. Ben slides the pen in his hands back into his blazer pocket, sidetracked thoroughly from his odd task from before.
thoughtfully, as if almost to himself: ) I happen to not be a big fan of beheadings, personally. ( look, nothing about Alice in Wonderland ticked any of Ben's amusement boxes as a child, but...honestly. beheadings. how did anyone not have nightmares about that bit?
but then, Eliot here mentions something: he's done all of this before. he shares his rote wisdom, having smashed the mirror out in the previous entrapment. Ben's face is widened with attention, peering into the mirror as if Eliot were sharing some secret of the universe...
until... Ben blinks, expression narrowing questioningly. ) So, hang on, one moment — you're saying it worked in one of the rooms you were in previously, yet...here you are, in yet another room, trapped again? ( sorry, Ben is just trying to make sure he has all of the details covered. )