[It's difficult to breath. It's difficult to think. What...why were they looking at themselves right now? What did this mean? They reach up and start to pull at their own hair as their other so desperately wants to.

That's when it clicks. The pod, the screen describing some sort of 'second Hero' project. They weren't being stored, they were being made. They weren't real. He wasn't real. He was the toy Showfall always wanted out of Ranboo.]

Oh, no. No no no no no no.

[They take a few steps back in their panic, anxiously pacing in place, desperately trying to figure out what to do about this. But when they look at the two in front of them again, these battered, bruised men with horrible memories they don't even want to know about, it's obvious what they should do.

They rush forward suddenly, hands on the original Ranboo's shoulders in as comforting a manner as they can manage while still having a panic attack.]

Hey, hey, no, come on--we've got to get you guys out of here before someone dangerous shows up.

[He has no idea if they'll trust him. If they don't, he honestly can't blame them. But as the only physically well person in the room, he has to at least try to help them.]