What's the name of the person you mistook me for? Or if that's too much to share, what does he look like, aside from the taste for gold spandex?
[On one hand, Regene can't believe his own kind were involved - he can't, on a very deep and integral level - but on the other, these coincidences are stacking up much too quickly for him not to make sure.]
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[On one hand, Regene can't believe his own kind were involved - he can't, on a very deep and integral level - but on the other, these coincidences are stacking up much too quickly for him not to make sure.]