[ The claws come back out - he rakes them across the wall, and loses himself for a second, form rapidly shifting and breaking apart, ripping itself apart. He's not a copy. He can't be. This isn't the end, dammit, this isn't. It can't be. He has more memories than the other one, he knows it. There's another him, running around. ]
No. I remember everything, I can't be the copy, I'm not a copy--
[ But he is, he has to be, there's no way around it. His voice comes almost unclear, a layer of static and white noise underneath it as the shape wildly forms and reforms. ]
no subject
[ The claws come back out - he rakes them across the wall, and loses himself for a second, form rapidly shifting and breaking apart, ripping itself apart. He's not a copy. He can't be. This isn't the end, dammit, this isn't. It can't be. He has more memories than the other one, he knows it. There's another him, running around. ]
No. I remember everything, I can't be the copy, I'm not a copy--
[ But he is, he has to be, there's no way around it. His voice comes almost unclear, a layer of static and white noise underneath it as the shape wildly forms and reforms. ]