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| Identity | |
| Author's Note: This comes from a idea I had about another tp fic which focuses on Gemini trying to figure out his place in the world, more specifically his place with Jarod. | |
| Who Am I? | |
| He stared at his reflection in the mirror searching for something so aspect of his face that would tell him who he was? He had been born specifically to be a new model, a better pretender than Jarod. And if he had remained at the Centre through his teen years he would know his place in the world. | |
| But, as luck would have it he was freed to a life on the run, a life in hiding. Without a true home or last name. In all honesty he didn't see how this existence was better than his at the Centre, in someways it was worse. | |
| He was a clone, a replica of Jarod the most treasured of all pretenders. And in that he had no identity. No true self, just a copy. Only he wasn't really a copy. He may be a replica of Jarod but he wasn't other man. They shared the same face and genes but beyond that they were different people. | |
| He stared at his reflection and instead of his own clean shaven face he saw, Jarod's eyes staring back at him. "I'm not you," he told the face. "I don't want to be you, I want to be me. But, how can I when I don't know who I am?" | |
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