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There is nothing left to destroy...nothing left to overthrow...nothing left to break.
In this cave cries resound among the rubble.
In this cave, the door to the other world faces a suffering being.
Alone, facing the mirror, Frieza brings out his anger.
He hates what he sees.
He wants to close his eyes but he can't.
Behind his eyelids, he sees her, smiling.
Her whispers pierce the silence so he has no choice.
Alone, facing the mirror, Frieza screams at his reflection.
His other self, behind the glass, judges him.
A smirk stretches across his bloody face.
A light shines deep in her tearful eyes.
He represents the worst in him.
Alone, facing the mirror, Frieza rejects himself.
He has become what he has always despised.
A being who cannot control his greatest weakness.
A being who can no longer define his priorities.
A being wanting to give in to his lowest instincts.
Alone, facing the mirror, Frieza no longer recognizes himself.
His reflection feels doubt.
He regrets his resentment.
He would like to go back,
Give up his desire for revenge.
Alone, facing the mirror, Frieza gets lost.
His being demands a presence.
He tries to dismiss this need but fails.
Desires are fighting inside him.
A war that threatens to drive him mad.
Alone, facing the mirror, Frieza gives up.
He must free himself.
He would like to join her, settle this conflict which has no place to exist.
But for the moment, the mirror refuses to let him go.
His time has not yet come.
Alone, facing the mirror, Frieza languishes.
Alone, facing the mirror, Frieza has changed.