"If you don't reach for the things you want, how will you obtain them?  If you don't tell us what you need, how can you expect us to know?"
Michael shakes his head as he regards the two mirrors in flickering candlelight,
"If I keep treating you as separate entities, I'll have a hard time recovering.  For that matter, if I get caught reaching, or even telling, what little I have is gone too.  It'll be like it was before, maybe even worse."
In the mirror on the left, the tiger nods, hesitantly, not really satisfied with agreeing.  In the mirror on the right, he gives a grimace and rolls his eyes, "Fuck that.  You fear the sheep more than failure, and you get DICK.  Do you HEAR me?" The eyes of this reflection are dark, empty black spheres with a ring of smoky blue, "You get shit on, and you get pushed around, and you get nothing. By your own admission, if that was all you wanted, I wouldn't be here."
The darkness of his bedroom was silent as Michael regarded himself in the mirrors, and in turn was regarded by himself.
"This is a new town, a new school, and a new moon.  I want..." He pauses for a moment, unsure how to continue, "I just WANT.  So many things I want, damn, Achievements and Posessions and, just, SOMEONE, you know?"
"Just stay calm and think about it.  'The Big O and The Missing Piece' had the right of it.  Co-dependance just doesn't work.  Once you get past this, you can worry about that stuff."
"He's right, Mikey, if you want the power to do this, there's two sacrifices you need to make right now.  You knew this was coming."  Before Michael can even open his mouth to argue, the dark-eyed speaker continues, "Look at my hand as I touch the candle.  Feel my hand feeling the heat. " The tiger stares into the mirror, and watches his reflection hover a hand above the candle flame.  The tingle of heat in his own hand made him want to look away, or to pull his had away, this part was just too eery. As the heat grew painful, watching his reflection's hand over the reflection of a candle, he could feel a sort of internal pressure building up as he challenged his worldview in a real, physical, and painful way.
Michael gritted his teeth as he continued to watch and endure, and his reflection did the same.  Even though it was really only seconds in time, in remembering it he felt as though me must have watched for hours as he held his hand there, watching himself slowly grow to accept that D.S. wasn't another person, and accepted himself back into his own mind. 
"Very good.  You're halfway there, my friend."  Harvey smiles from the mirror out at Michael, and holds his own hand out over the candle. "I won't miss you, because you're not going away.  You won't miss me, your reason will be the same."