The Reflection looked at herself in the full length mirror, on the inside of her...Valkyrie's wardrobe, she wore no clothes, for some reason, beyond what she was programmed to be, she was embarrassed and had closed the curtains before stripping, she looked at her face, a stolen face, Valkyries, the reflection, her reflection stared back, an innocent pattern light that she interpreted as an image, she reached out and the Reflection's reflection reached out, as soon as she touched the mirror though, her hand went through it, into her home.
She pulled her hand out and studied her body, her stolen body, no marks stood out, no scars, or even a bullet hole, where she had been shot, she touched where the shot had landed, nothing, not even a slight dip, her hand clenched, involuntarily at the thought, if she died what would it matter, she ha seen Valkyries, through Valkyrie's eyes push her body through into the mirror without even a care, she didn't care for her reflection, her only thought's were for herself. The Reflection scowled and her reflection scowled back, the anger was completely irrational, the Reflection knew that, she curled her hand into a fist and tried to punch the mirror, she broke down, sobbing, when her hand just passed through, not even real.