"You're not him," she says dismissively.

"Why?" Fenris asks Sadde.

"Why?" Felix asks the Mirror, at the same time.

"The kind of prank she pulled is totally the kind of prank I'd pull."

"Just isn't."

"Okay..." He asks Mirror, "Speaking of pranks. We want to know what exactly you did during your time impersonating us."

"...I impersonated you."

"And did what?"

"Pretended I was terrible."

"Mirror. Answer me honestly and straightforwardly. What exactly did you do while disguising yourself as us? Did you mess with other people?"

"No."

"Okay." Temple sighs.

"Well... how are you?"

"Okay."

"Do you just prefer to answer with short answers or are you shy or uncomfortable or something?"

She folds her arms.

"Ah. She's sour."

"Hey, don't be a sore loser! Sit with us, eat some cake."

"I don't eat, thank you."

"Wait, does this mean you are unable to or you just prefer not to?"

She shrugs.

"The latter," she translates.

"Hey, it took the four of us to take you down! Should feel proud of yourself."

"Or ashamed, because you manipulated, lied and possibly contributed to the apocalypse."

She looks completely unmoved by either possibility.

"Well... are you unhappy as a captured Card?"