Jillian stared long and hard at the reflection. Her hand touched her cheek in the reflection she broke her gaze long enough to observe the deep blue tones in her own hand then compared them to the reflection. Zephyrus spoke but his words barely registered. The Skullkid was enraptured by the reflection of her Hylian self. Her eyes roamed over the other reflections and the image of Ganondorf looming over Naviela terrified the skullkid, intimidating. While the image of Zephyrus cascading blood was ghastly at best. Lethe... annoying little fairy once again.

"[color=267FD3]Lies.[/color]"

She blinked her globus red and yellow eyes then turned her attention onto Zephyrus. Perhaps it was a lie but it was not a shock. This was a sort of wakeup call, the game momentarily forgotten. She forced herself to peer past their haunting reflections, noting the path behind the statues Zephyrus pointed out. Second thoughts were rolling over her chaotic mind, maybe the dungeon wasn't the best place to waltz right into, maybe... she might not make it out of here if she wasn't careful. They might not make it to see the keystone either.

Taking a big gulp of air she held up her lantern high as she could, "[color=salmon]It's sorta strange. I know how skullkids are made, you lead kids and naive kokiri into the Lost Woods. They get lost and [i]stay[/i] lost. I know that's me in the mirror. I don't [i]remember[/i] what it was like to look like that.[/color]" She pulled down the brim of her hat to hide her eyes from the mirror. "[color=salmon]Comin' up a big blank on that.[/color]"

She looked up to Zephyrus then Lethe, she placed the lantern down beside Lethe.

"[color=salmon]I ain't afraid of the dark so I'll check it out. You guys better not steal my lantern, or I'm gonna be [i]mad[/i].[/color]" She scowled pointing an accusatory finger at everyone in the group in turn. "[color=salmon]I'll have my puppet and I'll holler if it's safe to follow me. Yeah?[/color]"

The puppet bent low for Jillian to climb back to its shoulders. Breathing heavily again she didn't glance at the reflection again, irrationally thinking she'd jinx herself. As she approached the narrow bridge across the darkened abyss lying before her, she pointed to the pots noting "[color=salmon]Maybe there's somethin' to do with those bloody lookin' arrows in the pots. Like another riddle to solve. [/color]"