"I dunno... I mean, if I'm just a copy of myself..." Keith shuddered a little. "...then I guess it doesn't matter. 'Cuz then... the... real... me... is-s-s s-still back home doing what needs to be done, and I can stay here with Lance and we can live our lives." Which sounded nice, even with the idea that he might just be... a clone... which, in and of itself was a little triggering. He drummed the fingers of his right hand on the wall next to him, fast and steady, but no real musical rhythm, just a nervous movement, but then caught himself and moved that hand to rub it against his forehead.

"That could be... a good thing... right? Maybe? I-I guess?" Keith didn't sound so sure.