"Don't buy it," Jamie said with a smirk. "If you can't feel then why are you blushing?"
Which is when the other Jamie that he had created showed up on the roof. "It's just a physical response to memory. She probably just had some hawt mask loving and she reveling in the memory."
Jamie glared at his duplicate and quickly absorbed him. "Don't pay any attention to what I just said. I'm an idiot."
"Are ... you both you?" Naminé asked, intrigued. "One consciousness, two bodies? Or did you split once you separated physically? Will you have to merge back, at some point?"
"Yes, Kind of, Kind of and No," Jamie replied. I can make a duplicate and send him out into the world. When he comes back he can be older and have his own experiences. If he comes back then we can merge. Or he can stay out there as long as I want. I have a choice as a duplicate. That doesn't make me or whoever I send out less real. When that duplicate dies I can feel it and get all his memories back."
Jamie stopped and then turned back to Namine. "And you didn't answer my question. If you can't really feel then why did you blush?"
She flushed, again, hugging her knees. "DiZ would tell you that I'm remembering what it was like to feel, and trying to mimic emotions in order to convince myself I'm something that I'm not. Or perhaps that I've learned how to blush on cue and I'm using it in order to fool you into thinking I feel. The more I think of it, the more I think that perhaps DiZ can go do unpleasant things to himself."
Naminé bit her lip again, and then nodded. "I suppose the easiest way to explain is that ... I'm ... similar to being her duplicate. Except I don't quite remember being her, and it's always been clear that she's the original and I'm not. And ... I don't have a choice. I'll have to merge back, sooner or later."
"I still don't understand that," she said, shaking her head. "I'm not complete, and neither is she, and she's important. She's a Princess of Light, she needs all of herself. I can't be sitting around painting as an old lady and letting her carry on without whatever bits of her I have."
"There are tons of my other selves out there," Jamie said gesturing toward the horizon. "Bits and pieces of me of the original me. Try as he might he can't get them all back. He's still doing what he's doing without me. Why does your Princess need you?"
"We weren't meant to be split like this," she said, shaking her head. "Her heart was torn from her and lost to darkness. Until she got it back, she couldn't guard the door. It's ... hard to explain. I was never meant to exist."
"You have, but ... that's part of who you are," she said, giving him a strange look. "Isn't it? And there's a difference between being an accident and taking the places where someone else belongs. It doesn't seem fair, though."
"It is part of who I am," Jamie replied. "And anyone who comes from me is my own individual. If they refused to be absorbed by me I wouldn't force that. And if something happens to me? There will be another duplicate to take my place. Accidents happens. Death happens. It's never fair."
"She isn't forcing it," Naminé said, frowning slightly. "I think she's perhaps as hesitant as I am. It's some force outside us both. Although perhaps ... if your duplicates can find their own existence, maybe it isn't so unbelievable that I could."
"I suppose there's no point worrying about it now, in any case," she shrugged, unconvinced. "Except for Valentine's sake, but he won't hear a word of it."
"Naminé," Jamie said with a wave and a grin. "How's my favorite former Art TA?"
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Which is when the other Jamie that he had created showed up on the roof. "It's just a physical response to memory. She probably just had some hawt mask loving and she reveling in the memory."
Jamie glared at his duplicate and quickly absorbed him. "Don't pay any attention to what I just said. I'm an idiot."
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Jamie stopped and then turned back to Namine. "And you didn't answer my question. If you can't really feel then why did you blush?"
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Naminé bit her lip again, and then nodded. "I suppose the easiest way to explain is that ... I'm ... similar to being her duplicate. Except I don't quite remember being her, and it's always been clear that she's the original and I'm not. And ... I don't have a choice. I'll have to merge back, sooner or later."
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