Shut up! [Czes has never raised his voice like this against Firo since they met here. He's been scared of it and not comfortable enough around the capo, here or in his memories of New York. But he can't help it as he thinks about the things he remembers. He isn't really real. He's a copy, or maybe he's not even a copy -- how does a copy know about its original if he's never met it? He could be the original, but a completely fictional one that these people thought up of for the hell of it. But if he was just a copy, or even fictional... then why?
Why did he have to remember all the suffering that never happened to this body? Was he still allowed to smile? Miria had said yes, but did that even apply to him when all it was was just that -- a memory? She wasn't even here to tell him again. And now Firo... Firo's saying that they don't matter just because they're not real.
Then what was all his suffering for?!]
I don't want to hear it! We're not just copies -- we are but that doesn't make us irrelevant!
[He shuts his eyes tightly as he feels his body rush forward, raising the knife and stabbing blindly; he doesn't know where he's aiming for, or if it hits.]
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Why did he have to remember all the suffering that never happened to this body? Was he still allowed to smile? Miria had said yes, but did that even apply to him when all it was was just that -- a memory? She wasn't even here to tell him again. And now Firo... Firo's saying that they don't matter just because they're not real.
Then what was all his suffering for?!]
I don't want to hear it! We're not just copies -- we are but that doesn't make us irrelevant!
[He shuts his eyes tightly as he feels his body rush forward, raising the knife and stabbing blindly; he doesn't know where he's aiming for, or if it hits.]