"Yes, I do," the double responds... but not as aggressively now. Instead, his voice is tinted with confusion and hurt. Carlisle speaks the words that both he and Algidus have so desperately needed to here, and yet he knows deep down that there can be no escape from his own wretched reality. Even now, he can feel the god's directives beating against the inside of his skull, clashing with what he used to be. How can one escape when their very existence has been twisted up into some new, darker shape?

"What is becoming of the other doubles right now as we speak? Once people learn the truth about what we are, we are regarded simply as dangerous monsters. If I am not him, then I am as good as dead. All of you will see to that. And if you don't, the gods will--they never keep their failed creations around for long."