No harm? No harm!? That was his not-husband he switched places with! It’s terribly rude. Gen wanted to have a word with whomever enchanted these mirrors.

As he lead the fake further within, Gen would trail his fingertips faintly over a bit of glass. Did it feel different? No? It just felt like glass. Nothing for him to reach into to grab Senku out from.

“Ah, I think we’re in the heart of the building, my dear. Look at all of these reflections!” Gen tittered, spinning once, looking like he’s admiring himself.

Maybe his reflection could brush up against the real Senku? Would that help?