[She's shaken, sure, but not broken. What Klaus's mirror had gotten most wrong had been his sense of timing; a few weeks ago, a few months, and the words would have cut so much deeper, perhaps shed the blood he intended. Yet with the benefit of time passed by, instead his blade struck the shield she's built around her heart against the harsher truths of her world. His mistake had not been to pick at those wounds, but to rather wait until they had healed, to try and push his fingers into scars rather than open flesh.

Still, there has been damage done. She finishes off her bourbon, sets it aside as Klaus joins her on the bed. Cami can't fall into the pit of emotion now, the dark fears she feels each time she closes her eyes and sees those same words scrawled on the glass. Klaus is angry, and that's good. She needs fire instead of frailty, and no one can provide that better.]

He's going to come after me, Klaus. The mirrors don't cross over often, but it's happened before. [Once in Klaus's time in Wonderland, more often in Cami's. Moreover, unlike the last time when a mirror crosses, their real is typically sent to the other side.

She meets his gaze head on, for here is the worse truth: if Klaus' mirror comes to find her, then Cami can't rely on her lover's protection.]

I need to be able to defend myself. At least enough to get away.