[ the way this guy walks, the way he moves, thomas immediately thinks crank. as soon as the guy--who claims to know him--starts to approach him, thomas reaches into his harness and pulls out his knife, clutching skilled fingers around the handle tightly. unlike the nogitsune's former host, he'll meet a challenge in the boy who matches him--he's a little less than useless. ]
Get back. [ he says, clear as day, trying to remember. the guy--he looks just like him. just like him. is it possible for WICKED to make clones? they would, if they could. what if there are clones of all the boys who died out there somewhere, wandering around, infected by the flare and going mad?
though his head is spinning, thomas keeps his ground. ] Why do you look like me?
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Get back. [ he says, clear as day, trying to remember. the guy--he looks just like him. just like him. is it possible for WICKED to make clones? they would, if they could. what if there are clones of all the boys who died out there somewhere, wandering around, infected by the flare and going mad?
though his head is spinning, thomas keeps his ground. ] Why do you look like me?