[ Akua lays those questions out like they're the most reasonable things in the world, and Gen fixes a flat stare on her for a long moment before snapping, ]
The hell's wrong with you, lady?
[ Though -- maybe he should be a little grateful. Her reaction is so out of left-field that it paradoxically helps ground him, and Gen takes a deep breath. Then another one. Doing his best to forcibly suppress the sickly feeling that's been rising in the pit of his stomach ... though he only manages to get partway there. ]
... he's dead. The person I had to kill then. [ This, he's sure of. That man is long gone and rotting in the earth. Gen swallows thickly before adding more hoarsely, ] -- I think we gotta kill it. Whatever it is that's pretending to be me.
[ There's no logic there, Akua might note. No path from point A to point B. And Gen would be hard-pressed to explain why, but he just knows -- ] I have to do it.
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The hell's wrong with you, lady?
[ Though -- maybe he should be a little grateful. Her reaction is so out of left-field that it paradoxically helps ground him, and Gen takes a deep breath. Then another one. Doing his best to forcibly suppress the sickly feeling that's been rising in the pit of his stomach ... though he only manages to get partway there. ]
... he's dead. The person I had to kill then. [ This, he's sure of. That man is long gone and rotting in the earth. Gen swallows thickly before adding more hoarsely, ] -- I think we gotta kill it. Whatever it is that's pretending to be me.
[ There's no logic there, Akua might note. No path from point A to point B. And Gen would be hard-pressed to explain why, but he just knows -- ] I have to do it.