So that's when I found myself in Mirror's realm, willing to go along with it. She even picked out a reflection of Feathers to work on the delicate side of things. The other Mirror, the one everyone hears these days was actually kind of pleased that, at first, she wouldn't need the straps to hold me down.
But... "crooked things don't heal straight"--imagine the crack like a broken bone that was beginning to heal, but wrong.