"Well great, you're insane."

He rises slowly, a wariness about his gaze that wasn't there previously. His eyes flick from everything back to the man who looks like him. He takes a moment to simply stare, taking in the arm, the hair, the look on his face. It's like looking into the mirror at the fun house and realising that something is very, very wrong.

He should run. This ... whatever he is, pretty much just tried to kill him. He's not a big fan of that. But he also doesn't really know what else to do.

"You gonna lose it?"