Kieren's a touch nervous, he can't lie. He's avoided mirrors for so long because of what they might show him and it seems strange to be thinking of this in reverse -- being nervous of what he might see. He rises and heads for the mirror, lifting his gaze and staring at himself as he was before.

His breath catches and he reaches out as if he can touch his humanity, bewitched by the sight. "It's perfect." It looks real, not the awful fakeness of the makeup and contacts.