The Beast looked into the mirror and had the same discussions with himself over and over.
Should he tell Belle that he loved her?
No!
Yes!
Should he learn from his mistakes?
No!
Yes!
Did he want to stay a beast, because it was easier?
Yes!
No!
Did he want to be human?
No!
Yes!
The Beast was so conflicted, that whenever he thought of such topics, he had to sit down. The questions made his head spin and his heart skip a beat here or there.
What ever did he do to deserve this?
Nothing. I don't deserve this.
I didn't believe in beauty on the inside, that's what I did.
No, you didn't do anything!
Yes, I did.
No!
Yes!
And now he was even more conflicted.
He looked into the mirror once more.
Who is that I see?
That's you silly!
No it can't be! I'm not this monster, this hideous beast!
Oh but you are. On the inside at least.
The Beast threw the mirror and it hit the wall, shattering into hundreds of pieces.
How could anyone love a beast?
Surely, no one ever could.