...I didn't see anything happy in my mirrors. But I'm sure, my first set represented my memory of my family. Us, spending time together. Being happy. I felt warm and safe...it was before everything went wrong [Soft, uncertain] Michel, I need you to remember that for me.

[If he forgets that, then what will become of him?] My second one must be what you saw in the mirror. [Disgust, hatred rising up with him] I hated that whistle so much.