came back wrong au where félix's amok breaks for whatever reason and adrien brings him back. it shouldn't be hard, right, since félix was made in his image in the first place? he has the ring and he knows félix. or does he? can anybody really ever know anybody? félix doesn't quite seem the way he was before. he doesn't remember things until adrien reminds him. adrien doesn't ask too much, because he doesn't really want to know. but sometimes he wonders, was félix always this much like me?
on the flip side, what is it like to be a person who isn't a person, who isn't this person, who is person enough to know he is supposed to be? person enough to love adrien. person enough to fit into the role of an actor, a familiar sleeve. but he's not the same. he doesn't know if he can be. he doesn't know if he wants to be. and he resents adrien for doing this to him because he wasn't willing to lose him. and he loves him. and he feels pity. he watches recordings of him before he died trying to understand, trying to become a mirror. but he is too real. an old container bleeding out the seams for a new identity. he knows adrien would find that frightening, and so he keeps it beneath. to search for answers, or for what adrien wants to see? does it matter if he is who he used to be? can't he approximate? and eventually, can't he just be?
