I'm a bloody idiot.
That’s understandable.
I know… Quest briefed me on what had happened. Don’t worry though, we’ll get it sorted.
It's time to see how much he fucked up my life while he pretended to be me.
It's just... How did I not know? How could I-I have not known? I saw the fucking car crash and I went to the bloody funeral and I still didn't know. But the worst part is that h-he used to come and b-b-beat the shit of me and I still di-didn't know it was him. How do you not recognize your own brother, your own twin's dead body and voice? How?













