"Wait," I said, my eye narrowing while I took a closer look at his face. "You look familiar."
The sharp eyebrows, the same black eyes. Even the cut of the jaw and the angle of the cheekbones, all of it sitting in an arrangement that my enhanced cognition was already cross-referencing against a face I had seen a few hours ago under very different circumstances.
[The peerless sword guy…] my brain clicked. [What was his name again? Jian?]
I looked at the man in front of me and felt a laugh building inside.
"You look just like this guy I know…" I said, half-chuckling already, "This dude who won't shut up about his peerless sword."
The cultist's eyes went wide, and the word came out of him before the rest of his thoughts had even finished assembling.
"Jian?"
"Yup," I said.
