Gunshots and explosions tore through the air, filling the atmosphere with the acrid scent of smoke and dust. Patrick felt an

inexplicable pull towards the chaos, the fires spreading like a rampant beast through the city.

To him, it seemed as if he might never return.

With Maja safely to the side, lan strode over with determination and grabbed Patrick by the shoulder.

"I don't care if you throw your life away, but I'll be damned if I let Eric die because of it!"

Patrick shrugged off lan's grip, aiming a kick at his midsection, but lan, quick as ever, sidestepped the attack.

Tremors ran through Patrick's chest, his fingertips quivering.

"lan, do you have any idea what kind of memories are trapped in here?" Patrick tapped his temple, his eyes bloodshot with

emotion. "Memories of Eric, of you climbing trees at five, enlisting and becoming a hero at fifteen, the feuds you had with Eric, the

pain he endured. The worst of it's been blocked by my subconscious. I can only access so much. Eric used to say I was just a

personality cooked up in slab, but I never believed him. I thought I had a name, I searched and searched. And you know what?

The memories I found were from your perspective!"

"What are you getting at?"

"Isn't it obvious? Someone copied a chunk of your memories and implanted them in Eric's mind. I'm not Patrick, not Eric, and

definitely not you, lan. So who am I? Can't someone tellwho I really am? I'm nobody, I don't even know why I exist. As long as

alive, lan, I'm just a counterfeit — not even that. I want to kill you, to kill Maja, but

can't tell if my feelings for Maja are

burden of these complex emotions? You all should just

gaze falling on Maja, who leaned against the car

his heart,

not even fit to be

have the right

in

really think you're

a man with someone else's

the truth, and when he finally

anyone more pitiful

the point of

Eric cback, but Eric had vanished, absent for

just an awakened personality, a creation

the research

copy, an attempt to completely replace a person.

made his mark in the military, he had been ambushed and left

fifteen — must have been

just about awakening a personality,

memories, completely replacing another person, was a horror

had been the only successful experiment back then. Years had passed

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He felt his

He belonged nowhere.

he was

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