'I am what you will become…'
Those words echoed in my skull far longer than I wanted them to.
They didn't make sense.
No, scratch that—they couldn't make sense.
It was utter bullshit. Complete, unfiltered nonsense.
And yet… I wanted to believe them.
That was the dangerous part. I wanted it to be true. Not because I enjoyed the idea of some rotten corpse in my old body, but because deep down, a tiny voice inside me murmured—
"What if?"
But even if I entertained that thought, what if this was all some elaborate, sick joke played by Vorr'Kael? Maybe this guy was nothing more than a puppet—an illusion.
Yet that still wouldn't explain why he had my body. My original body.
Not this Cassius shell.
I narrowed my eyes. "Hey… bastard. If you're really supposed to be what I become, then why the hell are you wearing my old body? Why not the one I'm in right now? If you're me, shouldn't you look like me?"
He didn't answer right away.
