Another painful feeling. No blood. No wounds. Just pain in his hand. He swallows and stares at his hand for a long moment. He nods and will move to the table and sit down. He gently takes a cup of tea in his hands and holds it. He sets the other half of the mirror down and tries to slide in the third piece.

"Just one more...and it'll be finished. We've almost got this part done," MK says softly. Still so concerned about Eve. About Rinku.