"Let's talk about why you said all the mirrors to be covered."
"Isn't that an obvious thing around here?" I ask not willing to give it to her so easily.
"One might think, but no. why no mirrors?" she asks again and I sigh.
"I don't feel like looking at my reflection at the moment, it's just that," I reply.
She not not holding a notepad or anything, but then she takes a file from the table beside her and opens it, riding from it.
"I have your medical records, everything that's going to help us know what exactly is going on with you. So by you not being willing to be genuine is only going to drag it out."
"Is this an interrogation or a therapy? Aren't you supposed to be sweet or something?"
"Or something. I am not going to ask anything that you don't want me to ask you. I am going with the flow, but I am also putting boundaries with you, so that you won't waste my time and yours, by pushing me around."
