[He stares at the mirror a minute, considering what she's said, and ultimately decides that no, she's right. Maybe the end of this is to remove it, shatter it. In the end, it shatters, and so maybe speeding that inevitability along is the way out.

And yet, dream logic being what it is, he realizes something without any basis for intuiting it, and turns to her quietly.]

You need to do it. It can't — it's not supposed to be me. It's the person I'm with.

[He picks up the mirror, holding it loosely in his hand with the backing against his palm.]

To take aim, and...bang. That's all you need to do. I don't know how, but I'm certain of it.