Seventy-second Entry [Accidental Video | Action] [Backdated to 2/24]
[Coming out into the hallway, Poland catches sight of the messages his mirror has been leaving him. His eyes scan over them briefly, and then he calmly goes into his room again. A few moments later, he's back, with a quill and inkwell in hand. He goes to the mirror that's being written on at that moment, sets the ink and quill down next to it, straightens up...]
[And puts his fist into the mirror. He's a nation, it's not like his hand won't heal.]
[Leaning down, he picks up his writing supplies, and scrawls on one of the larger fragments of the mirror:
[Just because you're broken doesn't mean I ever will be. Get lost.]
[Point delivered. That said... Man, his hand is going to be regretting that.]
[And puts his fist into the mirror. He's a nation, it's not like his hand won't heal.]
[Leaning down, he picks up his writing supplies, and scrawls on one of the larger fragments of the mirror:
[Just because you're broken doesn't mean I ever will be. Get lost.]
[Point delivered. That said... Man, his hand is going to be regretting that.]