Mezzetino’s pout gets even more ridiculous. “I’m much prettier than Capitano.” He lets his second set of eyes slide yellow and slot-eyed into his face, horns spiraling out of his skull. The pout looks very out of place.

“All right.” The one he stepped out of turned black, so that’s probably the one Brigi came through, and might be his only way back, but if he wants to destroy it who is Mezzetino to question him? The Eleventh shouldn’t question the Tenth. (Not a principle he pays attention to unless it’s funny or interesting.)

He draws back his fist and punches the black mirror. It shatters into shards the same way, all featureless black glass, and he picks a piece out of his knuckles and engulfs it in flame. It melts into a blob of glass, remaining black and featureless. “Hm. Also not very interesting.”