Because no matter what, the Russell in the mirror feels more real than him. He can express the same emotions when playing different roles... but Russell cannot do it.
He will look like whoever he plays.
From this point of view, Russell is also one of the roles he plays.
So, what is his nature?
Apart from any role, what is he?
"We are nothing more than empty shells. Incomparably empty vessels of God, mirrors of all faces and desires."
Russell in the mirror looked at himself outside the mirror and fell into a moment of panic and confusion. He sighed: "When two mirrors look at each other, what do you see?"
"--unlimited."
The two Russells answered in unison.
When Russell kept up with the rhythm of me in the mirror, an extremely terrifying premonition gradually arose in Russell's heart.
With the conversation between the two, he seemed to be...understanding the "vessel of God".
Analyze and synchronize your own demon.
"Yes."
Russell in the mirror replied: "So you must have a 'self' of your own."
"Otherwise, there will be no dialogue between us."
Russell continued.
His tone gradually became synchronized and similar to that of himself in the mirror.
His thoughts gradually caught up with his reflection in the mirror.
"You finally understand."
Russell in the mirror showed a happy smile: "You are the one who wants to be degraded... not me."
He stretched out his hand, pressed it on his chest, and saluted Polite Russell.
"Of course I am the vessel of God. So what are you, who holds the 'vessel of God'?
"Or...I am the one who should be outside?"
The Vessel of God reached out to Russell.
But his hand was blocked in the mirror at the last moment.
However, the vessel of God did not struggle, nor did it attack the mirror.
He just stared calmly at Russell who was lost in thought outside the mirror, waiting for him to make a decision.
"……I see."
Russell slowly replied: "As expected, I still can't inject emotion into the characters and make them truly come alive.
"It's not so much that I can't 'just play them', it's more that... I don't know what 'I' am."
He said, stretching out his hand towards himself in the mirror.
In the eyes of God's Vessel, there was a hint of desire unconsciously.
Russell's outstretched hand suddenly stopped.
He smiled.
"Look," Russell laughed, "this is where I'm different from you.
"——You are longing for life, longing for existence. You are something more real than me... That's why you can inject your soul into the 'character'."
"……so what?"
The vessel of God felt a little uneasy for a moment.
But Russell just smiled calmly: "So..."
He reached out his hand without hesitation and pressed the mirror firmly.
When he pressed the mirror, the mirror rippled violently. Ripples like water waves spread out from the palm of his hand.
It's not just this mirror that's fluctuating... all the mirrors have become blurry, as if water waves have spread from this mirror to the next door.
Russell's hand gradually sank into the mirror and grasped the hand of the container of God.
"——So, I can already understand you."
Russell showed a bright smile: "You are indeed not me.
"That way, there's nothing to be afraid of."
The next moment, he grabbed the hand of the container of God with force and pulled him out of the mirror!
The mirror that belonged to Russell was shattered!
And the "other self" who was pulled out by Russell finally revealed his true form the moment he left the mirror -
It was a man who looked almost exactly like Russell.
But the only difference is that he has no head. Where the head should have been, there is a rotating mass of darkness like a nebula.
Then, the sacred palace collapsed -
When Russell woke up again, he found that he was still sleeping on the sofa.
But the bad days disappeared without knowing when.
"Vessel of God, are you there?"
"If possible, I would like you to call me 'other me'."
The exact same voice as Russell sounded from the bottom of his heart: "In this case, I will be more motivated."
Russell couldn't help but smile.
——He succeeded.
"You and I both know that you are not me...but I can't call you that."
Russell said, got up and walked to the living room.
He stood in front of the mirror and whispered in his heart: "Come out and let me take a look."
"--OK."
The vessel of God answers the Word.
It was an extremely strange experience... It was like several invisible and transparent tentacles appeared in the bottom of my heart, vaguely grabbing something on the shore, and dragging myself out of the lake.
Russell can see every move in the outside world with incomparable clarity, and can also replace the God's container at any time.
"Let me show you," God's Vessel said casually, "how to use my ability."
Under Russell's gaze, the God Vessel stretched out its blank hands.
He whispered solemnly and gently to the air held in his hands: "Now...I want to play you."
As he spoke, he did not show the mask, but directly covered his face with his hands.
When he removed his hand, Russell had transformed into Morgan in the real world.
——This is something Russell cannot achieve with his current abilities.
There is no doubt that he has succeeded.
But it is slightly different from the Morgan in Russell's cognition - Morgan, who was transformed from the container of God, always has a hint of joyful smile at the corner of his mouth.
The next moment...her face suddenly blurred for a moment.
As the dark mist overflowed from her side, Morgan's body twisted and turned into the appearance of Bluebird.
"Transforming in transformation?"
Russell asked in his mind: "Why can't I do it?"
"Because you see them as a 'character' and the world as a 'play'. If you don't take off your makeup, you won't be able to become another character."
The vessel of God replied briskly: "This is your restriction on spiritual energy, and I can't say anything.
"But its power is not like that - the container of God can accommodate all souls, and naturally it must control all selves.
"It was me who became them, not them who came to me... Then of course I can switch my incarnation at will."
As he spoke, he turned into Alice in the thick black mist, and then turned back into Russell.
During this process, his tone did not change at all.
Then, he retreated. It was as if something sank into the lake again and gave his body back to Russell.
"You are too gentle," God's Vessel said in Russell's heart, "You don't always have to be so cautious.
"Try it...your new power. You should have learned it by now."
"For example..."
Russell murmured, covering his face with his right hand.
As a burst of ultramarine flames rose up, covering his body.
When he removed his hand, he transformed into a barber.
Then, with a burst of flames, he changed back again.
"...I can omit the mask, but I still can't switch incarnations."
"Tsk," God's Vessel was a little dissatisfied, "It must be that you are not skilled enough.
"If I can do it, you can definitely do it."
"Maybe."
Russell comforted his psychic power casually: "It doesn't matter if I can't do it, I still have you."
"Indeed. If necessary, free me at any time. I will respond to your call at any time..."
