Miles frowned at Torin and was trying to gather his scattered thoughts enough to make a reply when he was interrupted. Figures. Listening to the two of them talk he turned and looked into the mirror, at his features. The bags under his eyes the slight stubble on his face. Before he knew it everyone was gone leaving him and his reflection. "Yeah...better go up and tell everyone...the bad news..." he said to himself. Or you don't have to...you could stay in here and let everyone else handle it. You could just hide away... No...no no...now he was losing his mind. "It's all in my head...it's just an issue I need to work out. Maybe...I just need more sleep." Yeah keep telling yourself that. "You're a figment of my IMAGINATION!!!!" he yelled, slamming his hands into the mirror watching it crack. "Oh god..." what had he done.... He looked down at his hands and saw it was bleeding.... "Fia..." turning he walked out of the room stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I need to find Fia...."