It is ours — and yet it isn't. What use is a name that ties us to a home we've left behind? A name given by someone who could never begin to comprehend us? As far as I am concerned, "Diavolo Derosas" died nearly twenty years ago. [With a twitch of the lips and a scoff:] I've read the obituary. I am something new. And you —
[Slowly, softly, a hand reaches up to cup Doppio's chin, tilting his face up for a better look. There was a time that Doppio's cervine features felt like a cruel mockery, a twisted joke in an endless torment. It doesn't feel that way anymore.]
— you are my Doppio, exactly as you always have been. Altered, perhaps even irreperably different ... but still you. My one source of stability in this nightmare of a world.
[And, just as sudden as the touch was ... it's gone. Back to business, precisely as Doppio requested.]
The laptop, Doppio — keep it away from me for the time being. I don't wish to spill my entire life story to strangers, but I fear that I may. I do not need the temptation.
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[Slowly, softly, a hand reaches up to cup Doppio's chin, tilting his face up for a better look. There was a time that Doppio's cervine features felt like a cruel mockery, a twisted joke in an endless torment. It doesn't feel that way anymore.]
— you are my Doppio, exactly as you always have been. Altered, perhaps even irreperably different ... but still you. My one source of stability in this nightmare of a world.
[And, just as sudden as the touch was ... it's gone. Back to business, precisely as Doppio requested.]
The laptop, Doppio — keep it away from me for the time being. I don't wish to spill my entire life story to strangers, but I fear that I may. I do not need the temptation.