[What a hellacious mess this is. It's the sort of thing that only happens around Miles, and here's Gregor drawn in again, though his own shock, awe, and horror that Miles really has a clone has overtaken him in waves. By now he's managed to beat most of it back-- there's no doubting the real truth with his head silent of a new link, and he's checked and rechecked-- and is ready for his cue.
He'd been lurking outside, frozen in the way someone is watching a disaster happen, mind unwillingly racing along all the implications about that suggestion that it was a plot against Aral. Now he bestirs himself, braces himself, and goes in.
Where does he not have to fake stopping short. This is a hundred times worse than Hermann. He even holds himself like Miles.]
I heard talking-- Miles? Are you... is this another ability? [He looks, of course, unerringly to his Miles. Who really is his, he reminds himself. God.]
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He'd been lurking outside, frozen in the way someone is watching a disaster happen, mind unwillingly racing along all the implications about that suggestion that it was a plot against Aral. Now he bestirs himself, braces himself, and goes in.
Where does he not have to fake stopping short. This is a hundred times worse than Hermann. He even holds himself like Miles.]
I heard talking-- Miles? Are you... is this another ability? [He looks, of course, unerringly to his Miles. Who really is his, he reminds himself. God.]