Kyle, please, just listen to me this once and-- [But it's too late. He's turned, and there standing behind him is... himself. A much colder unkind copy, and it's evident on the copy's face it isn't happy to see what's in front of him. The copy walks by, his face steeled as it shoots a glare at Shayera, and she almost flinches out of the way. Her arm moves to latch onto Kyle's, keeping a tight grip on him. She needs to know the real one is here, standing with her, and not about to say words she can't stand hearing.
Its fingers brush over the cage John is kept in, his face hurt and betrayed. It turns to Shayera, anger and hatred burning fiercely in its eyes. It speaks, the voice cold as ice and unforgiving.] You trap my brother in a cage, and expect me to call you family? No. You're no family of mine. You're just a traitor.
[She opens her mouth to protest, that she had no choice, that it wasn't even her. That she's scared and didn't know what to do. But no words come out. She can't speak, the words get caught in her throat, and her grip on Kyle is so harsh, her knuckles pale and her hand begins to tremble again. Shayera turns to the real Kyle, with eyes filled a glint that says "I'm sorry, I didn't want you to see this".]
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Its fingers brush over the cage John is kept in, his face hurt and betrayed. It turns to Shayera, anger and hatred burning fiercely in its eyes. It speaks, the voice cold as ice and unforgiving.] You trap my brother in a cage, and expect me to call you family? No. You're no family of mine. You're just a traitor.
[She opens her mouth to protest, that she had no choice, that it wasn't even her. That she's scared and didn't know what to do. But no words come out. She can't speak, the words get caught in her throat, and her grip on Kyle is so harsh, her knuckles pale and her hand begins to tremble again. Shayera turns to the real Kyle, with eyes filled a glint that says "I'm sorry, I didn't want you to see this".]