Did you think he was me--? [ There's a faint note of something almost like hysteria in Eichi's voice, because Keito's expression is very clearly stating that this isn't something Keito intended or did with any knowledge. Eichi takes in a breath, trying to lower his abruptly skyrocketing blood pressure before it gets away from him. The last thing he needs is to wind up passing out when he has a -- double? Robot? Clone? Assassin? ]
If you're trying to steal my identity, you're four months too late for it to be doing any good, you know.
[ Eichi says it very matter of factly, with something almost like self-deprecation in his voice. This kind of thing... it would have made more sense, back when Eichi was still an elite, back when Eichi still had power and money to his name.
Ah, he really is getting too worked up. Eichi sinks back against the wall with a confused huff, spreading his hands against the surface and trying to steady himself. His health has been terrible, even for him, ever since the changeover happened; his body isn't made for these kinds of shocks. ]
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If you're trying to steal my identity, you're four months too late for it to be doing any good, you know.
[ Eichi says it very matter of factly, with something almost like self-deprecation in his voice. This kind of thing... it would have made more sense, back when Eichi was still an elite, back when Eichi still had power and money to his name.
Ah, he really is getting too worked up. Eichi sinks back against the wall with a confused huff, spreading his hands against the surface and trying to steady himself. His health has been terrible, even for him, ever since the changeover happened; his body isn't made for these kinds of shocks. ]