[ milla's here. milla's here and there's a sword in her hand, about to hack a sizeable mirror shard on the floor before she freezes. the image in the reflection shifts with the familiar voice; she doesn't need to try to get who it is, as he's shown to her.
fire, tadashi. she knew he was dead, but this was how. she'd packed away her "shits to give" in an attempt to not be affected by her own memory shown to her; seeing tadashi like this was one way to get some of them slipping out of the box.
just a small moment of hesitation, and as the memory dies she's smashing her sword on the mirror on the floor. just as she meant to in the beginning.
and at the end of that shattering, without turning around (she knows he's there): ]
Don't stay in here.
[ milla sounds sorry, but also exhausted; the reason she's not snapping at him is because he's tadashi. she's dead too, but what the heck is she supposed to tell him? she wasn't supposed to see that. she doesn't want him to see anything she has to offer, either. ]
iii.
fire, tadashi. she knew he was dead, but this was how. she'd packed away her "shits to give" in an attempt to not be affected by her own memory shown to her; seeing tadashi like this was one way to get some of them slipping out of the box.
just a small moment of hesitation, and as the memory dies she's smashing her sword on the mirror on the floor. just as she meant to in the beginning.
and at the end of that shattering, without turning around (she knows he's there): ]
Don't stay in here.
[ milla sounds sorry, but also exhausted; the reason she's not snapping at him is because he's tadashi. she's dead too, but what the heck is she supposed to tell him? she wasn't supposed to see that. she doesn't want him to see anything she has to offer, either. ]