[The resemblance to the little girl in the mirror, besides the longer hair, is uncanny. There's no mistaking it. That's Cassandra in that "video", hugging her mother before rushing off, completely unawares.
That same sense is mirrored on the older woman who carefully accepts the mirror from Eurydice. The way she handles it, it may as well be made of priceless crystal. Or fragile glass.]
It's not. I... I've never seen this before in my life...
[And yet, when she touches her cracked reflection... it shows her. Her and-]
Mother?
[Cassandra stands there, frozen. Just watching the small scene play out.]
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That same sense is mirrored on the older woman who carefully accepts the mirror from Eurydice. The way she handles it, it may as well be made of priceless crystal. Or fragile glass.]
It's not. I... I've never seen this before in my life...
[And yet, when she touches her cracked reflection... it shows her. Her and-]
Mother?
[Cassandra stands there, frozen. Just watching the small scene play out.]