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V picks up a broken mirror.
She looks at her reflection for the first time in years.
Someone else looks back at her. Pumpkin has textured freckles running along pumpkins face, the ends of pumpkins hair tinted orange, and pumpkins left eye—if you could even call it that—appears to be a pumpkin.
It's jarring. She knew this was what was going to happen. It still was quite hard to believe it even when the proof was right in front of her.
She stares at pumpkin until her eyes go sore, dropping it on the ground once she's done.