michael, in her tastefully suspicious cloak, carefully draped to show off her hand-crafted imperial scavenger bodice with engraved golden buckles and her subtly armored leggings, flashing the fingerless-gloves-inspired bandaging on her hands that she does not need: you know what, i’m good.
mirror amanda grayson: aren’t you getting bored of milking this “came back from the dead” thing
mirror michael burnham, in the process of planning an elaborate entrance to the san francisco throne room by hand-crafting a replica of the coffin she never got to pick out for herself, selecting the perfect wardrobe to make it seem ambiguous whether or not she’s really there or just a vexed spirit, sipping chardonnay from a goblet that says “dead men tell no tales”, thinking about the perfect ghoulish makeup palette that she can steal from space sephora: what
prime michael: idk dude not to judge ur lifestyle or anything but u don’t love anyone? anything??? nothing at all??
mirror michael: oh sweatie 🙂 i kno it’s hard for u to understand 🙂 but i love winning 🙂
prime michael: okay….. winning and..?
mirror michael: o it’s adorable that u think that wasn’t the end of the list 🙂
me, latching onto bits and pieces of mirror michael burnham in canon/succession that i like and ignoring some other pieces: she’s a wonderful shady disgraced princess with an incredible flair for drama who is going to absolutely destroy everyone in her way and i love her