[Hard to miss, indeed. The moment they turn the corner with the clinic only a few feet ahead, Ion freezes. There's a moment, a short moment, where he wonders if this was just Florian again.]
[But no. Florian and Ion were much closer in height, and Florian had longer hair. This was someone else. Someone younger. And though the possibility of more replicas than just Florian having survived has crossed his mind since they met, somewhere in the back of his mind he knows that this isn't the case.]
[This was the real one.]
[And almost just as quickly as that thought crosses him mind, he realizes the implications of thinking such a thing (if there's a real one, there's a fake one, right?) and for a moment, he forgets how to breathe. It's a miracle he doesn't drop Sync there and then, because he's not in any position to word a reply just yet.]
/SCREAMS in excitement. 8D Post order: Original > Replica > Trash?
[But no. Florian and Ion were much closer in height, and Florian had longer hair. This was someone else. Someone younger. And though the possibility of more replicas than just Florian having survived has crossed his mind since they met, somewhere in the back of his mind he knows that this isn't the case.]
[This was the real one.]
[And almost just as quickly as that thought crosses him mind, he realizes the implications of thinking such a thing (if there's a real one, there's a fake one, right?) and for a moment, he forgets how to breathe. It's a miracle he doesn't drop Sync there and then, because he's not in any position to word a reply just yet.]