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[ HELLO WONDERLAND it's your favorite grumpy murder grandpa. What's up.

Joel had been truly shaken when he'd found Ellie alone in the woods, hiding away from the world and with a broken arm she'd been too scared to even go and get treated properly. When she'd finally told him an abbreviated version of what had happened, he'd gone from feeling shaken to feeling sick.

He'd done his own research first, to no avail. At a loss and unable to make further progress on his own, he's finally caved to his last resort - asking the other residents for help. ]

How d'ya kill your mirror.

[ And don't tell him it's not possible. ]

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I hear that.

[After his reaction when someone hurt Evie, he can hardly be the one to tell anyone else that they need to take a measured approach where mirrors are concerned.

Besides, his own is a complete pain in the ass.]

Lemme know if I can help y' out.

[ He nods. ]

I will.

[ And he actually might, if only because Dan actually seems to understand. There's no room for forgiveness or leeway here. ]

I mean it, Joel.

[He knows the type, because he's the same type.]

Don't think y' gotta dive int' this shit by yerself.

[ Well, Dan's got his number. Joel cracks a tired smile, shaking his head. ]

I ain't gonna go off half-cocked here.

Heard that before.

[The smile is returned with a small, weary one of his own.]

Lemme know if y' want a gauss rifle. Reckon I can cook one up for ya.

[ A surprised chuckle. He hadn't gone so far as to consider potential weapons. ]

I'll keep it in mind.

I mean, not that 'm tryin' t' plug the things or anythin'. I'll take solid ammo over energy weapons any day a' the week.

[But...]

But y' don't even hafta aim the things. Jus'... point it in the right direction an' fire.

[ Joel nods in thoughtful appreciation. ]

Well, y'can't argue with foolproof.

... Well.

[Dan makes a face.] Dunno about foolproof... Seen hopped-up raiders with 'em an'...

[Actually, never mind.]

You ain't gonna have that kind'a problem.

Sure hope not.

[ Hopped-up raiders doesn't sound good, whatever they might be.

He nods, a thanks and a dismissal in mind. ]

I'll letcha know.

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