MK's eyes widen. He can't move. That awareness of all of his faults. So many. All his fault. He knows it. Everyone else does too, don't they? They see it. They see it and put up with it but they don't deserve to. A strangled noises escapes him, something like a sob that tries to come out but he wants to throw up at the same time and swallows all of it down.

Mirror shard. He found another one. Three. One to go?

He gently puts the spatula down and reaches in, picking up the glass. He can take the pain. He'll take it all so Rinku doesn't have to.

"This...is my she made me..." He says finally.