"I spent a long time half dreading finding out that I was a copy, half really hoping I was a human copy," he says quietly, twisting his fingers a little in Gonou's shirt.

Well, days. A few weeks at most. But it felt long at the time. And always his mothsense in the back of his head, hard to disregard.

"It's not the same, but. I get it." Even if he isn't sure how to say what it is either.