Oh, maybe... The mirrors are already disorienting enough, it would be hard if the maze started to shift around.
[ like some kind of nightmare carnival attraction. ... it isn't the first time she's had this thought since waking up in Kenos, but what the hell did she do to deserve any of this? why does it seem like her soul is eternally doomed to the horror genre?
she decides to concentrate on Caren instead of pursuing questions that will only lead to despair. there's a strange look about the girl as she regards herself in the mirror—it's the way you would observe a stranger, not a face that you accept as integral to your own identity. Ruby only recognises it because it's an expression she's familiar with seeing in her own mirror. but she doesn't speak up, and waits quietly while Caren considers her reflection.
or she tries to wait quietly. but— ]
... But, signorina, um. I keep feeling like I'm seeing something moving when there shouldn't be anything there...
[ she didn't survive this long by ignoring her paranoid prey senses. ]
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[ like some kind of nightmare carnival attraction. ... it isn't the first time she's had this thought since waking up in Kenos, but what the hell did she do to deserve any of this? why does it seem like her soul is eternally doomed to the horror genre?
she decides to concentrate on Caren instead of pursuing questions that will only lead to despair. there's a strange look about the girl as she regards herself in the mirror—it's the way you would observe a stranger, not a face that you accept as integral to your own identity. Ruby only recognises it because it's an expression she's familiar with seeing in her own mirror. but she doesn't speak up, and waits quietly while Caren considers her reflection.
or she tries to wait quietly. but— ]
... But, signorina, um. I keep feeling like I'm seeing something moving when there shouldn't be anything there...
[ she didn't survive this long by ignoring her paranoid prey senses. ]