I am a replica.

It's strange. All this short life of mine, I have been raised to be Luke fon Fabre, descendant of the grand and great Fabre family. I have been Luke fon Fabre, Natalia's fiancé. Luke fon Fabre, Guy's master. Luke fon Fabre, heir to the throne.

And in the span of a few short minutes, I am none of these things. I am not Luke fon Fabre, but a nameless and worthless duplicate. I am not Natalia's fiancé, or Guy's master, or heir to the throne. I am nothing.

In a few short minutes, I am told that my entire life was a lie. Lies were fed to me daily, even the Duke, the man who I thought of as my father, lied to me. I was not kidnapped by Malkuth forces. I was raised, not as a son, but as a weapon for battle, to be used when the time came as a trump card.

Hyperresonance. Damn that stupid, idiotic power. If not for that, this Auldront, this world would have never had to endure my pitiful existence.

I know my friends are telling me that I am my own person, that Asch and myself are two very different existences, it is still hard, next to impossible.

They don't understand.

They don't understand the insecurity, the fear that comes with being a replica- the feeling of knowing that you are not an individual, you are a second hand version, a spare of an individual. You are inferior.

But even if they don't understand, they are trying to help me cope with the fact, and I am hard-pressed to disregard their efforts and wallow in my own misery and self-pity.

I can't disregard their efforts. So for their sake, I'll try. I'll try my best.