A crooked smile played on the older Mikey's face as he leaned back against the cold cell wall, the dim light flickering above casting fractured shadows across his cheekbones.
His gaze remained fixed on the younger Mikey, who stood frozen, still processing the whirlwind of strange truths he had just been handed.
Mikey's eyes darted uncertainly, not at his older self but at something off in the corner.
He blinked, momentarily disoriented.
"So… what am I supposed to do?" he asked, his voice carrying the fragile tone of someone caught between denial and reluctant belief.
His older self grinned, like it was all a joke he had long since gotten over.
"It's pretty easy, actually."
Mikey frowned, his brow furrowing in slight doubt.
"What does deceptive reasoning have to do with any of this?"
The older Mikey's face lost some of its humor, turning thoughtful.
"That's the bizarre part of it all. Deceptive Reasoning might just be our one shot at nailing the motherfucker."
