[ When he starts, she applies the swab to her finger and there's only the barest of flinches that comes with the sting from the alcohol. Taking care, she begins to wrap the gauze around her finger and finds her gaze drifting off as everything he says slowly clicks and slides into place within her mind. No more mutants? What exactly does that mean for... so many things?
Brows furrowed, she looks up to him with a tilt of her head. It's not that she doesn't believe him it's just... ]
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Brows furrowed, she looks up to him with a tilt of her head. It's not that she doesn't believe him it's just... ]
She's a clone of you?