Folks always think the same thing when they come strollin' through the Door. Kidnapped, dead. Betcha a few even thought they were dreamin
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[There is something else that is jumping out at him, though. Something big. And very visual. Let's just say that Gin is the closest he's seen to someone that resembles himself in... forever.]
[There is something else that is jumping out at him, though. Something big. And very visual. Let's just say that Gin is the closest he's seen to someone that resembles himself in... forever.]
What are you?
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[Maybe just a little. Too much.]
Now what do you think I am?
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[Oh wait, Gin didn't mean that literally? Ah well...]
I don't know. I don't even know what I am.
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Do ya at least know what you're not?
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[It isn't much of a change but his face shifts to take on Gin's own visage.]
...I could be you.
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