[He can't help but frown slightly at the sight of the girl joining him on the rooftop, mildly perplexed by this new development. It's right but it's wrong; yes, there ought to be someone up here with him, but it's not supposed to be a girl...maybe, and it puts this encounter just enough into the uncanny valley that he can't help but hesitate and try to make sense of it.]
It's not a trick. It's a trade.
[That's...right, isn't it? A trade. Yes, that's right, the mirror will let him fix this, take responsibility...
There's a trade to be made, somehow, and the responsibility is his to make it.]
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It's not a trick. It's a trade.
[That's...right, isn't it? A trade. Yes, that's right, the mirror will let him fix this, take responsibility...
There's a trade to be made, somehow, and the responsibility is his to make it.]
But if I don't do it soon, it'll be too late.