[listen, Lars's gist on the gems is........ very loose]

Trapped? [Lars looks like a cross between disgusted and confused, and snorts.] You're trippin'.

Look.

[Lars steps forward, crunching some mirror shards beneath his feet, and he stares at his own distorted reflection. It sneers back at him, its teeth pointed and jagged, and sticks out an ultraviolet, forked tongue at him. Neither of those traits being ones that Lars actually has... In his own voice, it sneers.]

Who's that? Your girlfriend? [It guffaws, leaning back as it clutches its stomach.] Ain't she a little bony for you??

[Lars's eyebrows lift, and his complexion goes hot for a second—the reflections have been teasing him about stuff he's insecure—and very private about. But whatever, this gem doesn't... have any context...for the dumb stuff it's saying.]

See?? There's only one me. Ain't no mass produced Lars.

[..........thank god.

Lars gestures towards the reflection, which mimics his movement, wearing a smug expression to counter Lars's real expression.]

They're just talkin' crap. They ain't real. It's dumb carnival magic. You guys are familiar with magic stuff, right?

[The specific reflection Lars was gesturing at leers at the Lapis on its end, since Lapis and Lars are in close enough quarters.]