[ Ranboo is silent as they're hauled from the floor by their double, but the shock reads clearly enough in the jolt that passes through their frame. That's--
... did they make a better copy of-- no, no, this isn't a copy, this is another person. This is just another person with a similar build who happens to be very strong. Ranboo's mind refuses to accept that this could be a copy, that that's even a possibility. Because it isn't.
It's all they can do to cling to the newcomer, to let Charlie lead the charge; they're too drained, physically and emotionally, too badly damaged to even properly register the layout of the room that they're in. That may be for the best, given what room it is that they just nearly died in. ]
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... did they make a better copy of-- no, no, this isn't a copy, this is another person. This is just another person with a similar build who happens to be very strong. Ranboo's mind refuses to accept that this could be a copy, that that's even a possibility. Because it isn't.
It's all they can do to cling to the newcomer, to let Charlie lead the charge; they're too drained, physically and emotionally, too badly damaged to even properly register the layout of the room that they're in. That may be for the best, given what room it is that they just nearly died in. ]