For Fang, as for all of the Flock, I will always be a copy of Max. No matter how hard he tries to pretend otherwise, I know.
It's not so much that I hate Max. The one time we fought each other (ok, tried to kill each other) it was because we had to. Neither of us really had a choice. Beyond that, in a way, I kind of respected her. I had grown up relatively safe for a mutant, kept until the day they could pit me against Max. She had learned everything on her own, somehow even figuring out how to lead her Flock of sometimes-crazy bird kids.
I know she's better than me in other ways as well. In our fight, even though I was supposed to have been her "better version," she had beaten me in the end. I remember the crushing pain on my windpipe, how I knew I was going to die, how she let me live. For a few weeks, I wished she had killed me. The School wasn't lenient with failures. Looking back, I think what made her win was that she wanted to save her Flock, keep her family safe, save the world. The reason I lost was that I had no reason to survive any longer.
So it wasn't that I hated being like Max. I could have just as easily been based off of someone far worse. I hated being seen only as her clone, never a person. Fang tells me it's not like that, that Maya is a person too, but when he looks at me I can tell. All he sees is Max.
I try to be different, to be quieter, calmer. I cut my hair and dyed it. I tried to create separation between us, but I know it doesn't work. Nothing works. She's still the real person. I am just a copy.
But there's one way I'm not like Max. When everyone else is sleeping, I cry. I am weak. I am nothing.