“Tell me I’m pretty, Brigi,” Mezzetino demands, draping himself over the other harbinger’s shoulder again. “What do we have to worry about? Nothing is happening.”

“I’m not exactly a mirror expert but I’m pretty sure the reflective part doesn’t usually fall off. It didn’t fall off on the other ones… and it obviously isn’t water on a normal mirror.” Mezzetino picks up one of the shards of ordinary mirror and engulfs it in flame, the thin metal mirror coating melting quickly and running off the back to spatter onto the floor in a few smoking specks. “That’s definitely metal.”