"So," Elira muttered beneath her breath, her voice low enough that only Serah could hear. "This is the bastard we've been chasing for the past six, nearly seven weeks. Tch. But you know… seeing him now, standing here, makes me wonder if this is truly the real Drosmir."
Serah arched a brow behind her mask. "What do you mean by that?"
"Look at him carefully," Elira murmured, her eyes narrowing as she studied the man on the stage. "His movements, the way he carries himself, even the build of his body. Truth be told, having seen him numerous times in Heyh and now comparing him to this one here… there are differences. Subtle, yes, but they're there. The man in Heyh—he was similar, but this one… this one feels more genuine. Which makes me think the one back in Heyh was a…"
"A double," Serah finished the thought for her.
"Yes, a double." Elira side-glanced at her companion, her eyes sharp. "So, you see it too?"
