He was different enough than the real one that it didn't pain her to be near him. He was enough like him that she felt she knew him all of her life. It was a strange balance that if she stopped to think about it only served to provide was pain. So she doesn't. She accepts everything. Is thankful he's here. Thankful the real one gave her this gift. Soon the love for this new one, the replacement, the clone if you will started to overpower the love for the original. Because this one was here. This one stayed. And she knows deep down no matter what the life the real one lead would never allow for a nice little house in the country and three kids chasing a dog, maybe a cat. This one would. When she is asked to make the fantasy a reality with a ring laying in the palm of his still newly created hand she doesn't over think and just says yes. She accepts everything.