"Hell if I know - went to sleep, woke up here -" And then he pauses. "I mean, I've been on this Ship for a while, I guess, but I've never seen a fucking mirror on it before. So that's, uh."

He eyes a mirror, warily. "I don't know. The ship's haunted as shit, and every time something new happens, I feel like it's never good."

A kindness, sudden, in his core. "...But me not wanting to meet other mes is just a me problem. Fuck, that's way too many mes."