"One can only wonder how much rationality is left after..." he makes a sharp, terse gesture, "... everything. I'd like to think I'm plenty rational where it counts, but who even knows anymore." He barks out a laugh. It's harsh and angry. "Not me."

"It feels like a taunt, doesn't it?" he grits out. He's not pale like Magpie, but if he were human, he might've been. Or perhaps he'd be red, with anger and frustration. Either way, his face is pulled into a tight, angry frown. "It's not bad enough that you have to see mirrors of yourself, no. Let's make it worse."