Elion studied the figure standing before him with narrowed eyes, searching for even the smallest discrepancy. There should have been something, but he found nothing; The copy looked exactly like him and not merely similar.
The same height, the same sharp features, the same tied-back hair, with a few loose strands falling over his forehead. The same clothes, the same relaxed posture that suggested he was entirely unbothered by whatever strange situation the trial had placed him in.
Even the smirk was irritatingly familiar. Elion folded his arms across his chest, "So," he said slowly. "You are me."
The duplicate tilted his head slightly, "That depends on how deeply you want to think about it."
Elion raised a brow, "I would rather not think too deeply about anything involving another man who looks exactly like me."
The duplicate chuckled, "Still hiding behind jokes whenever something makes you uncomfortable."
Elion's expression remained unchanged. "I am not uncomfortable."
