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bequiet_hescreamed"I'm not you--"
The person standing in front of him was identical to himself in every respect, but somehow younger. There was something unburdened and innocent about this other self's bearing, something so new. Painfully so, like bright green growth on a tree in the spring, which comes at the expense of the organism's energy stores. It hurts a little, to remake oneself.
"I'll never be you--"
The other self stared with accusation in his eyes, yet also with some amount of jealousy. Words fell from his lips without first being moderated and condensed by centuries of second thoughts, and the worst part was that he knew it. He knew what he lacked, and how irreplaceable it was, and how he would never, ever be as great as the self standing before him. What he didn't realize, though, was that he had something equally irreplaceable.
"And I don't know who you were," he continued, his voice shaking, "but you're dead now."
The person standing in front of him was identical to himself in every respect, but somehow younger. There was something unburdened and innocent about this other self's bearing, something so new. Painfully so, like bright green growth on a tree in the spring, which comes at the expense of the organism's energy stores. It hurts a little, to remake oneself.
"I'll never be you--"
The other self stared with accusation in his eyes, yet also with some amount of jealousy. Words fell from his lips without first being moderated and condensed by centuries of second thoughts, and the worst part was that he knew it. He knew what he lacked, and how irreplaceable it was, and how he would never, ever be as great as the self standing before him. What he didn't realize, though, was that he had something equally irreplaceable.
"And I don't know who you were," he continued, his voice shaking, "but you're dead now."
