[ Sizhui's eyebrows knit together, but he pushes through the edges of the mirror-induced confusion. He can only grasp the edges of it, and through splitting headache. ]

He was held... prisoner for a long time. To control him? But he is free now.

I am sorry, it is - I'm not - I'm missing - knowledge. It is like trying to wring moisture out of dry dirt where there should be plenty.