S'pose it was naive to think it would, [is Myr's rueful reply, papered over pending heartbreak. It had been a nice thought, a nice tidy end to all their stories--not to be.

He'll be a while letting go of it.]

I don't know the breaking or the keeping of it's in my hands; we haven't found a way to send anyone back home yet--nor a way to keep anyone here, [breath,] if their mirrors call them back.

[How many heartbroken Mirrorbound did he know of who'd lost partners, Bonded, friends?]