[She purses her lips together, and shakes her head. None that occurs to her, any way. There's the possibility of this being some cruel trick, but who here would wish her ill?]
I'm sorry. This is difficult. You—the other you, he is my brother.
[Kind of. That's what they're telling people, anyway.]
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I'm sorry. This is difficult. You—the other you, he is my brother.
[Kind of. That's what they're telling people, anyway.]