[Hurry. That one word injects adrenaline into Karamatsu's veins, icy and filled with the drive to do something. But what? All he knows is that he got the mirror from some merchant, and he's probably long gone by now...what had he said about this mirror? Something about it being able to reveal your true self...?

Karamatsu's expression tenses as he stares back at his reflection.]

Brother. If you can hear me...try not to think. You need to try and calm down. Just listen to the sound of my voice. I won't stop talking unless you want me to.

[He starts, trying to keep his speech even, steady, and unbroken.]

I might have an idea.