Six inches away, Mannequin put down an M, sideways. He corrected it so it was upright. Directly beside it, the villain put down an E.
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He stepped away from the desk and faced Colin once more.
“You… me?” Colin asked.
Yeah, probably.
Mannequin cocked his head.
“Is this a riddle?”
I guess he might be saying “you’re like me”? But maybe he has more to write.
Mannequin swiveled his upper body to face the other direction and reached for the shattered monitor. He picked out a piece of glass and a piece of glossy black plastic. Pressing them together, he raised it to the right side of his face, looking down at Colin.
Hm… I guess that would act as a mirror. Half his face being covered by a mirror should drive the point home. He sees himself in Colin.
…I suppose the way Colin “lost everything” appeals to him.
Slowly, Mannequin changed the angle of the shard of glass with the black backing.
It took two long seconds before the villain’s intent became clear. Colin tensed, and Mannequin froze, fixing the angle of the shard.
Oh yeah, I suppose it’d only work as intended at certain angles.
With the black backing, the glass reflected an image. With the angle Mannequin had carefully found, the image reflected was half of Colin’s own face, overlapping with Mannequin’s head.
A powerful image. Mannequin knows his symbolism.
I guess it comes with not talking.
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