[ He shrugs back, then reaches out to catch the mirror she's tossing him. It is beautiful, the scene and the sentiment behind it. She looks healthy and peaceful and the woods are beautiful... he's never been in a forest so lush in his world, or up in a tree so high. Pell can't help but smile at the scene, false as its owner claims it to be. ]

I couldn't tell you. But most people I've met who think poorly of them have destroyed theirs. You must be keeping it for a reason.

[ The question is silent, and lingers in the air between them as he offers the mirror back. Why is she keeping it? ]