Keep it up or risk all their lives, of course. No pressure whatsoever. A perigree ago, Sollux might have buckled under the weight of possibility alone, but here and now, sightless and desperate, he hasn't felt as alive since his last, blinding fight.

"He needs out of it is what he needs," he says, in between the screeches of the thing and the shouts of someone new, someone strange. Too much going on but he couldn't turn away just yet. Mello needed this. Hell, they all did, this temporary and shitty little resonance, and Sollux holds it as best he can even when his shoulders hunch up, defensive against the rush of energy at his back and the unseen danger lurking in the chamber they were in.

"Mirror, that's right. We need the fucking mirror." But how could he transport three fully fucking grown humans on his own?

This was stupid.