Everett continued pacing back and forth within the misty domain.
He was growing impatient. More than that, he was feeling incredibly frustrated with himself.
Everett looked toward the source of his dilemma. A full-body mirror sporting numerous cracks along the surface.
"...Fracture, huh..? Never expected that term to be so literal."
The mirror did not develop another crack from his poor attempt at humor. He would honestly call that a bit of a relief.
"...Look, what do you want me to say?? I'm a fuck up, I admit it. I'm lazy, and flighty, and I'll fuck just about anything with a slim waist and white teeth. So what?? But I want to be better, okay! That has to be enough! Why isn't that enough!?"
Everett reached out with his misty hand and touched the mirror once more.
*Crack!*
Another long line appeared on the already broken glass. Everett pulled his hand away before it had even finished forming.
"Fuck... Fuck this, man..."
