[The video clicks on, and wow that's certainly a faceful of angry metal child scowling at the mirror. MT is sitting slouched against her bed, one hand holding a crowbar poised to smash the mirror and the other pointing somewhere offscreen. The natural light streaming in through the open window is a harsh contrast to the bags under her eyes.]
[MT just sits there in silence for a full eleven seconds, eyeing the mirror suspiciously, before she sighs and lowers the crowbar to her side. (She doesn't completely let go of it, though.) Then, she picks up the mirror and turns it towards where her arm is pointing. Which is towards a wall almost entirely covered in messy black spray paint. Which is shooting out of her index finger and through a glowing magic circle at its tip.]
How do I stop this.
[She sounds very, very tired.]
It's been going for thirteen hours without stopping. I just want some sleep. Is that too much to ask?
[MT just sits there in silence for a full eleven seconds, eyeing the mirror suspiciously, before she sighs and lowers the crowbar to her side. (She doesn't completely let go of it, though.) Then, she picks up the mirror and turns it towards where her arm is pointing. Which is towards a wall almost entirely covered in messy black spray paint. Which is shooting out of her index finger and through a glowing magic circle at its tip.]
How do I stop this.
[She sounds very, very tired.]
It's been going for thirteen hours without stopping. I just want some sleep. Is that too much to ask?