The panic that picks up in the Carlisle on the other end of the phone is absolutely audible. "He's there, isn't he? Glacius, no! No no no c- come back! Co—"
He's cut off as he starts hacking, gasping painfully for air. Though the double can't hear what's going on, he does eye Glacius as the alien sets down the phone. There's a flash of suspicion that crosses him, but he shrugs it off easily enough, sure that the original clergyman couldn't have been rescued so quickly. And he certainly didn't reach his own phone to make a call -- if there is anyone who knows just how frail and easily defeated Carlisle is, it's his copy.
But his double is blinded by that arrogance, and doesn't take into account that he is a twin of a man with a long line of failures to his name, including "didn't die when he was supposed to." That is the reason he's cursed, after all.
Though a little wary of the alien as he approaches, the double decides to rub salt in the wounds he's opened and grace Glacius' scarred face with a hand as he gets close, a slight perversion of the gesture of solidarity his original has so often shared with the icy giant. He doesn't get the chance: rather than accepting his touch, the alien has a touch for him of his own, and it is not a gentle one. Though the twin may be calculating and fulll of malice for the original man, he is no sturdier than him -- the blow against the wall dazes him thoroughly, but his hands come up to wrap around the alien's wrist.
You can tell he's the real one because he's probably crying over there.
He's cut off as he starts hacking, gasping painfully for air. Though the double can't hear what's going on, he does eye Glacius as the alien sets down the phone. There's a flash of suspicion that crosses him, but he shrugs it off easily enough, sure that the original clergyman couldn't have been rescued so quickly. And he certainly didn't reach his own phone to make a call -- if there is anyone who knows just how frail and easily defeated Carlisle is, it's his copy.
But his double is blinded by that arrogance, and doesn't take into account that he is a twin of a man with a long line of failures to his name, including "didn't die when he was supposed to." That is the reason he's cursed, after all.
Though a little wary of the alien as he approaches, the double decides to rub salt in the wounds he's opened and grace Glacius' scarred face with a hand as he gets close, a slight perversion of the gesture of solidarity his original has so often shared with the icy giant. He doesn't get the chance: rather than accepting his touch, the alien has a touch for him of his own, and it is not a gentle one. Though the twin may be calculating and fulll of malice for the original man, he is no sturdier than him -- the blow against the wall dazes him thoroughly, but his hands come up to wrap around the alien's wrist.
"W- what are you doing?!"