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Your Mirror is trying very hard to get me to investigate you more thoroughly.

[What the fuck, WHAT THE FUCK]

what the fuck

[ARTICULATE.]

what do you expect he's a dick

Gosh and here I thought they were supposed to be our opposites.

[She is JUST. SAYING.]

I thought you should know. He was fucking with me. I didn't appreciate it.

uh ok??
i'm not sure what you want me to do about it

and har har yes you're hilarious

Well you have two options. Collaborate with me to figure out what the fuck he's up to since I really doubt it's ensuring your health and happiness. Or just ignore it. Either way, you know now.

[She would prefer the former of course but she sure isn't expecting it.]

[God damn it, George.]

if i agree to help you does that mean you won't keep interrogating me about every little thing i do

I only "interrogate" you on secrets I suspect endanger myself and the other people here. The fact that that seems like everything you do says more about you than me.

[It isn't like she interrogates everyone. That would be exhausting.]

maybe i just don't feel like sharing my life's story all the damn time

[It is dangerous. That's the thing. And that's precisely why he isn't talking.]

[He has a broad definition of life story.]

I can't promise nothing you don't want to talk about will come up. But I won't pry past that.

[Maybe partly because she suspects he'll have to tell her some of the things anyway. If he wants her help at least.]

Edited 2016-12-16 19:02 (UTC)

fuck it. fine.
as long as it keeps that asshole away from doing whatever the hell he wants to do

That's the spirit. Your enthusiasm is really inspiring. Any ideas what he could want? He called you the liar like it was a title.

[If she's looking for enthusiasm, she'll really have to look somewhere else. Then she says liar, and he -

Freezes.

He's...yeah, okay. But that's not a very special word. No one needs to know the importance of it. And she can't possibly know. Can she? At all.]

my guess is just to mess with us
make us not trust each other or something
though i'll be honest here i'm pretty sure you already don't trust a word i say

[He'll be honest, huh. Well, he's not wrong.]

You seem to enjoy bitching about how little I trust a whole lot more than attempting to give me any reason why I should.

case in point.

look it's fine if you don't trust me
probably best.

just
you know
trust him less?

[That's definitely interesting. And makes her no less interested in figuring out what the fuck his deal is.]

I don't trust a single person here besides my brother. Do you want my help or not?

Edited 2016-12-17 16:28 (UTC)

[uuuuughhHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Fuck it.]

fine.
what's the first step

That's on you. What do you know about this guy? Or what can you guess, seeing as he's at least a little bit you.

mostly he's a bullshitter.
not just lying about stuff to hide it or keep you on your toes.
it's like he lies just for the fun of it or something.

keeps trying to convince me certain things happened that never

you know.

He did spend a lot of time trying to convince me he was my Mirror.

What things?

seriously?

[What the hell, Mirror Tim?]

at first it was really vague stuff like saying such and such was my fault.
like standard b-movie horror stuff you'd see written on floors in lentils or something

then he tried to make me believe a friend of mine never existed.

He didn't even attempt to mimic my handwriting. It was a pretty sloppy attempt.

Really? In an insinuating you were hallucinating way or something?

pretty much.
or that i was losing it.

[An easier feat than one might assume, given the state of Tim's mind, but there's no way he's letting her know that one. It's hardly relevant anyway.]

it wasn't very good in terms of a lie but it made sure i didn't trust a damn thing he said.

He's not making much of an effort to hide his untrustworthiness. Sloppy, depending on what his goal is.

guess thats his gimmick.
or maybe that's what he wants?

i don't know. i don't like any of these things.

Yep, not my favorite Mirror I talked to.

[Not her least favorite either, but that's mostly because she had the distinct pleasure of talking to her own Mirror and Shaun's Mirror and that was an extremely unpleasant experience.]

He also said you have evidence in your pocket. Any idea what that means?

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