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My morals. My life. My death. My dreams and hopes and follies and weaknesses. My humanity.My [and there's the barest pause] twin. There was the most infinitesimal chance that such a transformation would happen, and there are a hundred thousand versions of me that died and never came back.

[And yet they're all her, too. A thousand thousand Rosalind Luteces, all compressed and contracted into one consciousness.]