“Do you wish to disappear? Is that why you’re asking me that?” Adrian questioned, gazing at his perfect copy intently. “To be honest, I’ve grown tired of it all.”
“Have you?” the replica asked curiously.
“Indeed. I thought it would be easier if I could separate my emotions, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. Do you feel any relief?” Adrian asked.
“How could I?” came the wry response.
Adrian twisted his lips into a mockery of a smile as he admitted, “I feel weary. All those years of dirty work have amounted to nothing. The power to resurrect Eleanora is simply walking down the hallway—so close yet unattainable. I should have done more to prevent the imprint, even if it meant sinking the entire ship.”
