(A/N All this takes place after the adventures have ended. I'm a little muddled how things got to this point, with Fujitaka being alive.)

"If I hadn't doubted, hadn't hesitated and let her go..." Syaoran clenched his fists.

"If it makes you feel better, you're not the only one who's made tragic mistakes," said the clone to his original. He laid his hand on Syaoran's, as if to comfort him.

Syaoran looked at him in surprise. The clone had truly come a long way from the heartless killing machine he had become when the eye-seal broke. Watanuki and Doumeki had had a strong influence. And the words rang true; the clone having struck down the duplicate Sakura carried grief and guilt as heavy as his own, reflected in those mismatched eyes. He understood.

He cleared his throat and said, "That's supposed to be my line."

"I guess," said the clone, "that Watanuki's the only one truly innocent here. So he's your brother. It's just amazing."

"Not exactly a brother, he's my substi-"

"He was born to your parents," interrupted Doumeki. "So he's your brother. Don't make things so complicated. He is family."

Syaoran, the son of Syaoran, and now Watanuki's brother looked thoughtful.

Yes, Syaoran's not alone anymore. The Clone looked down suddenly feeling a little lonely. And what am I?

"Chopped liver!" said Watanuki, coming from inside, pulling on his coat.

"Chopped liver?" the clone echoed with some dismay, eyes goggling.

"What am I supposed to do with chopped liver?" Watanuki carried on. "I don't have the right condiments and spices for that! Really, that Yuuko-san! Now I have to go out and get things to go with chopped liver."

"Oh." The clone realized Watanuki was talking about cooking.

"That doesn't sound so bad!" said Fujitaka coming in from the garden. He had gone out to get a newspaper. "You'd be amazed what you can do with just basic ingredients. Hullo Syaoran-kun!"

"Who, me?" both of them replied.

"Well, both; but more specifically, my boy here." He bent down and ruffled the clone's hair. "Why so glum?"

"Did I look-"

"Your face is an open book, son," the clone's adoptive father said.

The clone suddenly felt warm. Son! I'm Fujitaka's son!