Look, you're gonna have to choose: either you kill me or you save me. At this point, I must admit I really don't care - I just need this to be over, one way or the other.

Once in a while, the mirror talked back: raging, crying, apologizing, begging for a zillionth chance.

You made your point. Whether I underestimated you, or overestimated myself, doesn't matter. I get it.

Other times, she caught a glimpse of her reflection, and she could see she was quickly disappearing.