"Yeah, but you're not craggy yet. Red looks better with craggy." She scoffs, trying not to let him know she hit a mirror before turning another corner. The kid and her worst self doesn't get less upsetting.

"What I'm implying is that I don't give a flying fuck what an enchanted mirror wants to try to tell me about myself. I've already seen what I look like in my worst permutation. This is just a pale imitation."