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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

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

for Maja are mine, Eric's, or

complex emotions? You all

gaze falling on Maja, who leaned against the

pain struck his heart,

not even fit

even have the

echoed in

really think

a man with

a mess, chasing the truth, and when he finally grasped it, the reality

more pitiful than

the point of his

better if Eric cback, but Eric had vanished, absent for

just an awakened personality, a

the

a memory copy, an attempt to completely replace

the military, he had been ambushed

age five to fifteen — must have been transferred

awakening a personality, that was

replacing another person, was a

successful experiment back then. Years had passed —

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want to waste any more words. He felt his existence was a

He belonged nowhere.

insignificant, he was nothing at