[ There's a silence that seems to span the length of eons, though in truth, it's only a handful of seconds before Bruno's head pops back up and he segues into, ]

Anyway, I think you should go, because, um, I don’t really have a good reason, but if I did, you’d be like, I should go ‘cause that’s a good reason and...

[ He's hopping up out of his chair as he goes on but the girl moves to stop him, getting to the point of why she had tracked him down to here in the first place. Gently, she asks, ]

Why was I in your vision? Tio Bruno...? I just... wanted to make the family proud of me... just once. But if I should stop... if I’m hurting my family... just tell me.

[ A look is exchanged between the two, a realization crossing both of their minds: they're so much alike. Urianger may not know how, but those words, they may as well have been Bruno himself saying them. To that, Bruno struggles a moment, looking for the right words, but in the end, he can only sigh. ]

I can’t tell you... [ Which earns that kind of frustrated look that's closer to tears than anger from his niece. ] Because I don’t know. You see, it's...

[ Bruno sticks his hands in his pockets, pulling out a series of faintly glowing shards. Made of thick green glass, Urianger will recognize those. They're akin to that same slab of green glass he'd pulled from the vision of their possible futures here that Bruno had shown him all that time ago. This, however, this one was broken for whatever reason, but Bruno begins putting the pieces back together on whatever surface he can find in the cluttered little room.

It begins forming a vision of that same girl, a house in the background, cracked, falling apart, and then not; two paths, but no context. ]

I had this vision the night that you didn’t get your gift, Mirabel.