"He's my replica, okay? It's not like I know him on purpose," Asch said, frustrated. It wasn't like he went around explaining to people he didn't know that he wasn't sure how to feel about the replica anymore. He'd hated him for so long, for stealing his life. He hated being replaced so easily.

On the other hand, the replica had proven that he wasn't a total idiot all of the time. Most of it, sure. But not quite all of it.

Dying sure did fuck one's perspective up pretty good.