He stares incredulously at his younger yet
apparently wiser double, carefully observing
the trends of his features and movements of
his hands; his pattern of speech is even wildly
similar to his own. Choking a bitter laugh, he
shakes his head in disbelief. “You really are me,
aren’t you?” The absurdity in his words is almost
humiliating; whoever this nobody kid thinks he is,
there is no chance he can convincingly claim the
identity of someone in the room. He scoffs and
turns away in avoidance.
“Are you deaf? I didn’t ask to bring them back. I
asked to send you away,” he corrects snappily,
folding his gloved arms to his chest as if to
manually raise his defenses. Of course he feels
guilty. He has for some time now; but does that
guilt suddenly become a willingness to shame
himself the minute a kid with a smart lip and a
cheap vest starts spitting accusations? Absolutely not.
“Look, whatever you think you know—i-it’s wrong
and it’s none of your business, alright!?” A whirl
of his coat tails and he is faced with his accuser
once more, reaching out to shove him backwards.
Almost expecting his arm to flow through his
shoulder and verify his initial assumption, he
notes that the skin is solid. “Look at that! You
were actually right about something. Seeing as
you’re not some more of that little fur ball’s
supernatural junk, I need you to get out. Good
riddance, don’t ever come back.”
Once watched the other tough his chest shoving him slightly towards the stairs. “I’m wrong? Oh, I suppose you are an upstanding business man. Who does everything he can to save the place he called home. You’re just as flawless as the Press says.” Once started to laugh running his long fingers through his hair looking at his twin. “You must be drinking up those press statements like they are water.” He said his tone amused now.
"Do you really face a decaying valley everyday thinking you’re doing something good?" He asked genuinely curious if the double really had rose tinted glasses on to the matter. He shook his head his smile now stuck on his lips. This double was a piece of work, "Do think it is going to hurt when you fall?" He asked now not waiting for the other’s reply as he moved towards the stairs starting down them. "When you’re done with ignoring your conscious come find me. It shouldn’t be hard for a smart business man like you."