His very first reaction to this, reveal he could call it was clones. But something pushed that idea out of his mind, probably the stark contrast between himself and the..Other boy before him. The words coming from his mouth reeked of aggression, an emotion he rarely allowed himself to indulge in when around most people.
Naegi Makoto, if I can hazard a guess your name is the same as mine. I would say you’re a clone but..You seem so very different from what I’d expect out of my DNA.
✧ [ This one did not seem phased. Amicable, almost, in his apparent immediate belief. Indeed, they shared a birthright, and at the mention of his own name he shudders, shoulders rolling away and back. If he only could rumble away from the situation; boulders into a river, displace the water, float away on ignorance. A hand grazes his temples. The tension was rising, and they must scrabble for dry land. ]
"I doubt it can just be chalked up to DNA. As far as I know, we are not related in the slightest, asides from the obvious physical appearance. Are you a trick? Such witchcraft can’t be explained logically, you know. ✧