"So I'm the second one," the clone said again this time slower then waited because Eren still hadn't said anything.
Eren just looked at him.
He'd been thinking of a careful speech for two days, six versions of it, the kind of speech you give to a confused guy who just woke up not knowing he's a copy. And the guy standing on the grass in front of him already knew everything. The skill had handed him the whole memory this time, all the way down to a dead body sinking into a lake on Day 38. The speech was useless now.
"Yeah," Eren managed. "You're the second one."
