[This is the second time this has happened to him here and it still strikes the same tight chord in his chest, one where his heart used to be that he would often forget is there entirely. It's a terrible feeling, in honesty, and he despises it above all else because the only thing in this world that can truly undermine him and his authority is to show weakness. He's hardened himself to seeing Theo in different forms, in finding, having and losing in whatever ways it seems to repeat. But this - to see Theo's face the way it was, he's never prepared.
Unsettled but just for a moment, he pockets his device stiffly and then shakes his head as if to clear it of the messy, convoluted streams of thought that run rampant inside it. Is this just - another encounter with the first copy, disguised as a joke? Is this a whole new version of his face clone or is this, as he's too hopeful for a fleeting moment, truly...]
And yet you're as bratty as I expected.
[He's speaking the words and then hearing himself as if distanced from their exchange somehow, returning to the forefront of his mind a moment later relieving the autopilot. It can't be Theo, but... he's internally winded and snorts softly at his own inevitable demise at the hands of whoever this is. "Odaye".]
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Unsettled but just for a moment, he pockets his device stiffly and then shakes his head as if to clear it of the messy, convoluted streams of thought that run rampant inside it. Is this just - another encounter with the first copy, disguised as a joke? Is this a whole new version of his face clone or is this, as he's too hopeful for a fleeting moment, truly...]
And yet you're as bratty as I expected.
[He's speaking the words and then hearing himself as if distanced from their exchange somehow, returning to the forefront of his mind a moment later relieving the autopilot. It can't be Theo, but... he's internally winded and snorts softly at his own inevitable demise at the hands of whoever this is. "Odaye".]
I'm William.