"You didn't? How did you get here then?" Feferi casts another glance at her reflections, squinting at one in god tier robes but with the same living eyes. That's just not right.

This ship doesn't feel like it's in a dream bubble, and Malos seems really firm about not wanting to interact with any other version of himself, so now Feferi is a little more hesitant about getting close to these mirrors. She knows herself; she's not always as nice as she pretends.