How sure can you be of that? He looked *just* like you, and I bet he thought he was the real one, too.
[It nags at her like a lingering itch: the awareness that her memory was only a brief part of a greater scene, conversation without context. It feels like she should be able to remember more if she really tries, and maybe then they'd know who's really right.
In the absence of that... well, the answer is always more trolling, isn't it? Maybe she'll provoke him into telling her more.]
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[It nags at her like a lingering itch: the awareness that her memory was only a brief part of a greater scene, conversation without context. It feels like she should be able to remember more if she really tries, and maybe then they'd know who's really right.
In the absence of that... well, the answer is always more trolling, isn't it? Maybe she'll provoke him into telling her more.]