The next few days were spent filming and showing Ari around.
It was relaxing in its own right, and Averie found it heartwarming to see his cousin's joy.
'This isn't so bad.'
While passing by a mirrored wall in a shopping mall, he stopped.
'It's surreal.'
He observed his reflection.
The flaming pupils and auburn hair embellished a face that was unfamiliar to him only a year ago.
'Yet here I am, Averie Quinn Auclair.'
The previous Averie's best friend was now his friend. His cousin was now his cousin.
'A false life, a false identity… yet I assume it so freely as if it were my own. To be so free in another's flesh, am I a good actor or a bad one? Shouldn't I be more devoted to the previous Averie's ways?'
He had beaten a man half to death. The previous Averie wouldn't have done that.
'How complicated.'
Such thoughts seemed to gnaw at his being.
'Am I The Quinn? Or am I Gene Conti?'
The reflection of his eyes seemed to lack life.
'Am I alive? Or am I imitating life?'
