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[livewiththisdisgrace]

[Of all the places to come back to life, Clive's spawned on the roof. Sans clothes.

The place has been kind enough to give him a sheet and a pack of cigarettes, though, so he's not complaining. He'll just be casually smoking with a sheet draped around him unless someone happens upon him.]

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[cuteandclever]

{She chuckles.} You say that now. Two years ago, I would have sympathised.

[livewiththisdisgrace]

Yes, well. Layton encouraged that kind of attitude, even if he didn't actually want me to destroy his city. So I'd imagine I'm worse now than you were two years ago.

[cuteandclever]

Perhaps. {She goes back to staring out.}
We may all be the same person, but don't think we're all exactly the same person.

[livewiththisdisgrace]

True. Most of you doubles don't seem to be so impressed by knives. Excluding Clara, maybe.

[cuteandclever]

And why should I be impressed? A knife in itself is nothing more than a tool.

[livewiththisdisgrace]

Ahh, but what you can do with them is the impressive part.

[cuteandclever]

And what can you do?

[livewiththisdisgrace]

Stab people, mostly.

[cuteandclever]

How boring. {You've brought our her sadistic side.}

[livewiththisdisgrace]

Oh, but it's fun with the right... canvas.

[cuteandclever]

Hm, I suppose it is. Quite hard to find a good one though.

[livewiththisdisgrace]

Really? I found Hershel to be a rather good one.

[cuteandclever]

Did you? The Layton of my universe is a bit... stuffy.

[livewiththisdisgrace]

See, I managed to get in good with our... glorious leader, as it were.

...mostly on account of us appearing to be from the same world until Layton turned up, but still.