[ There's a mess, even more so than just throwing his at Aral to see what happens. He blows out his breath in one long exhale and tries to figure out a point to come in that is sensical without being ridiculous. ]

That - is the beginning, more or less. I came back to find him in the kitchen. He is very nearly an exact copy, those Komarran bastards must have destroyed him to make him match.

[ A fiercely hot protective impulse goes through him. Every surgery he had, every broken bone, not to mention the injustice of inflicting his own crippled body on someone intentionally. ]