*Fused Irvine make sit up to the top level.*
Twin Irvine Voice: "You let them get away!"
Fused Irvine: "No, you let them get away by stalling me!"
Twin Irvine Voice: "We did nothing of the sort, we do not control your movements, unless you'd like that to change?"
Fused Irvine: "What the F**k? You're nuts."
Twin Irvine Voice: "At least I'm not talking to myself."
*Fused Irvine sees a shattered mirror with a few images of himself, only three pieces he can make out himself...*
*In one piece he sees himself, normaly. He peers into another one, this time a more pieceful and more innocent and confused version of himself. Lastly he looks into a thrid piece, himself but with a snearing twisted grin on his face.*
*With these images he becomes confused and freaked out at this experence.*