His stride was confident, almost arrogantly so.
A sharp grin stretched across his face as he looked down at the real Kafka, who stood pale and silent like a broken doll.
"What a joke." He said softly, his voice laced with malice.
Kafka's head lifted slightly, his empty eyes flicking toward him.
"What an absolute joke you are." The other Kafka chuckled darkly and continued to degrade Kafka. "You're supposed to be the real one, aren't you? The original, the true Kafka. And I'm the fake—the copy, the mistake created just for your trial. And yet…"
He tilted his head, his grin widening.
"Look at you...You're pitiful."
He took another step closer.
"You can't even handle the truth without falling apart. You're trembling like a child. Honestly, I expected better."
Kafka's hands curled into fists, his nails biting into his palm, while the other him went on mercilessly.
