[ He wasn't fast enough to break a mirror, but even then there are way too many. It plays and Jacopo feels surrounded. Funny that it would be in a place of mirrors, all reflecting back at them.
Despite his madness coming to light, he stays composed. ]
... No. It's too late.
[ His gaze isn't even on Yves, but to the side like someone else is standing there because there is. Every time where he looks off to a specific spot, where there's nothing, he sees someone no one else can. He hears someone no one else can... And it wouldn't even be right to say it's someone. They're just ghosts of broken mind, pieces snapped off so he could live with himself and his choices.
Maybe they're ridiculing him for offering any type of comfort earlier, saying it was empty. Telling him he put on a good show, it almost looked believable. How pitiful to act even a fraction of the man he used to be. Deceitful. He should be ashamed when he feels nothing at all.
But those are voices are only for him and no one else. ]
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Despite his madness coming to light, he stays composed. ]
... No. It's too late.
[ His gaze isn't even on Yves, but to the side like someone else is standing there because there is. Every time where he looks off to a specific spot, where there's nothing, he sees someone no one else can. He hears someone no one else can... And it wouldn't even be right to say it's someone. They're just ghosts of broken mind, pieces snapped off so he could live with himself and his choices.
Maybe they're ridiculing him for offering any type of comfort earlier, saying it was empty. Telling him he put on a good show, it almost looked believable. How pitiful to act even a fraction of the man he used to be. Deceitful. He should be ashamed when he feels nothing at all.
But those are voices are only for him and no one else. ]
I don't want to hear any of it.