[He almost rebounds the question: you died before I ever did - how did it feel for you? Almost, but manages to bite his cheek, bites it back, swallows it away. It's been a year, over a year, and somehow it still feels like too soon.]

We ended up in a room. Like, one of the tearooms. Had a screen for us to watch the rest of the, uh...the game in.

[If he sounds bitter, it's because he is.]

I guess some of the Mirrors weren't too happy about that.