It wasn't, but that's how it goes when you're facing down someone who looks like a friend, trying to take their place in this world.

[His brow creases, nose wrinkling he pushes a sigh through him, his eyes falling to his hands before him. This whole 'doubles' business hit a little too close to home for him on premise alone, given what he is, where he comes from, and the whole reason for his existence.]

We couldn't let her do it. Couldn't let her make a damn mockery out of you and everything you've worked for... that we've worked for.

[Because after all, she's not alone in this.]