[While they talk, Turo sits and stares at his hands. They're slick and dark with blood. He's listening, despite appearances, but he's not entirely sure that he agrees.]
My name is his name. My face is his face. I really do only exist because he was born, how would that even...?
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My name is his name. My face is his face. I really do only exist because he was born, how would that even...?