[The glass hits him, and he doesn't care. The pain from the shards of glass cutting into him is nothing. Absolutely nothing compared to the feeling that he's lost half of himself. The scream makes him flinch, aware that even if it wasn't truly his other...that reflection had still been Akito.
He totters back, away from the wall. Agito's vaguely aware that he's bleeding, glass shard piercing through his skin, that he should be watching where he's going. But nothing matters anymore. Not after seeing that...
The dark screams again, this time with his other's name caught up in it. Akito...
Maybe it hadn't been real. It was a mirror...maybe it was just a trick. Akito had to be around here somewhere. The room was big after all. Maybe...maybe he was still around somewhere? He had to be...]