And the lamb lies down on Broadway

Midna's teasing. Pneuma's struggling to get her bearings, and Midna's teasing.

How very like her. Pneuma would be laughing, too, but they're just a little bit too preoccupied managing the fight that's presented itself to them, on the other side of the mirror.

"I'm sure you wouldn't cry if we had to part," Midna laughs, between volleys of Sols. "Even if you'd want to, you've too many other important tasks, all around, to get on with."

Pneuma may be exceedingly practical, but they're not that coarse.

"Of course I would cry," she replies, irradiated in rainbows. "But life goes on."