But remember this, Harry. This mirror gives us neither knowledge or truth. Men have wasted away in front of it, even gone mad. That is why tomorrow it will be moved to a new home, and I must ask you not to go looking for it again.
(aka ‘poe meets karé at a mixer for new flight school recruits. she’s gay. he’s gay. instant bond formed’)
iolo, reading the paper: how’d it go? poe: well, i met this girl - iolo, completely monotone: ooOOooooh. poe: i thought she might be flirting with me but she was actually just wondering where the bathroom was. also she was gay her name was karé kun iolo, turning a page: i like her already. we should invite her over for dinner