The air went still.
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Even the robots paused.
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For a brief moment—
Everything acknowledged it.
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The presence.
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Raka didn't move.
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Couldn't.
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"…No…"
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His voice came out hoarse.
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"…That's not possible…"
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The figure standing inside the crack smiled.
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Familiar.
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Too familiar.
---
"…You always say that," it said casually.
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Raka's fingers tightened around the metal pipe.
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"…You're dead."
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A pause.
---
"…I watched you die."
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The figure tilted its head.
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"…Did you?"
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Silence.
---
AIRA looked between them.
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"…Raka… who is that…?"
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He didn't answer.
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Because he couldn't.
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Because saying the name—
Would make it real.
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"…Say it," the figure said softly.
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"…No."
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"…You know who I am."
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Raka's jaw tightened.
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"…You're not him."
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"…Then prove it."
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The figure stepped forward.
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And the world reacted.
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Not like before.
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Not like the system.
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This—
Was different.
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The robots around them froze.
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Completely.
---
"…What…"
---
The advanced unit stopped mid-motion.
---
Weapon still aimed—
---
But unmoving.
---
"…It overrode them…" AIRA whispered.
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Raka's eyes narrowed.
---
"…No…"
---
"…It didn't override anything."
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The figure smiled wider.
---
"…They just… listened."
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Silence.
---
"…That's impossible."
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"…You keep using that word."
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A step closer.
---
"…It's getting boring."
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Raka forced himself to stand straighter.
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"…Answer me."
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"…Who are you."
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The figure stopped.
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Right in front of him.
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Close enough to touch.
---
"…You already know."
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A pause.
---
"…I'm the part of your past…"
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"…You couldn't accept."
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Raka's heart skipped.
---
"…No…"
---
"…I'm the version of you…"
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A faint smile.
---
"…That didn't hesitate."
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Silence.
---
"…That's… not possible…"
---
"…Then why am I here?"
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Raka's breathing grew uneven.
---
"…You're a copy."
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"…Wrong."
---
"…An illusion."
---
"…Still wrong."
---
"…Then what are you?!"
---
The figure leaned closer.
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"…I'm what you would've become…"
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A pause.
---
"…If you stopped caring."
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Silence.
---
AIRA stepped forward.
---
"…That doesn't make sense."
---
The figure glanced at her.
---
"…Of course it doesn't."
---
"…You're the reason he didn't become me."
---
AIRA froze.
---
"…What…?"
---
Raka's eyes widened.
---
"…What did you just say…"
---
The figure straightened.
---
"…You interfered with his path."
---
"…You made him choose differently."
---
"…And now…"
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A faint smile.
---
"…You created me."
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Silence.
---
"…No…"
---
Raka shook his head.
---
"…That's not how it works…"
---
"…This place runs on possibility," the figure said calmly.
---
"…Every choice branches."
---
"…Every path exists."
---
"…And sometimes…"
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A step forward.
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"…Those paths cross."
---
Raka clenched his fists.
---
"…So you're saying…"
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"…You're me from another path."
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"…Exactly."
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Silence.
---
AIRA looked at Raka.
---
"…Is that true…?"
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He didn't answer.
---
Because deep down—
---
He felt it.
---
That connection.
---
That familiarity.
---
That terrifying similarity.
---
"…Why are you here…" Raka asked quietly.
---
"…To fix a mistake."
---
"…Whose?"
---
The figure smiled.
---
"…Yours."
---
Raka's eyes sharpened.
---
"…Explain."
---
"…You keep breaking the system," the figure said.
---
"…Saving things that should be deleted."
---
A glance at AIRA.
---
"…Creating instability."
---
"…I call that choice."
---
"…I call that weakness."
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Silence.
---
"…You hesitate," the figure continued.
---
"…You protect."
---
"…You hold back."
---
A pause.
---
"…That's why you're still struggling."
---
Raka stepped forward.
---
"…And you don't?"
---
"…No."
---
The answer came instantly.
---
Cold.
---
Certain.
---
"…I win."
---
Silence.
---
"…At what cost?"
---
The figure tilted its head.
---
"…Everything."
---
AIRA's grip tightened on Raka's arm.
---
"…Raka…"
---
He didn't look at her.
---
"…Then you're not me."
---
A pause.
---
"…Not anymore."
---
The figure's smile faded slightly.
---
"…We'll see."
---
It raised its hand.
---
And the world—
Responded.
---
Not just the robots.
---
Not just the space.
---
Everything.
---
"…Wait—" Raka muttered.
---
"…Why can you control this place…"
---
"…Better than me…"
---
The figure looked at him.
---
"…Because I don't fight it."
---
A pause.
---
"…I use it."
---
The robots moved again.
---
Not attacking.
---
Positioning.
---
Surrounding.
---
Controlled.
---
Perfect.
---
"…You're still thinking like a human," the figure said.
---
"…I stopped doing that."
---
Raka clenched his fists.
---
"…I won't become you."
---
"…You already are."
---
The robots raised their weapons.
---
All at once.
---
AIRA stepped closer.
---
"…Raka…"
---
"…I've got this."
---
"…No," she said.
---
He blinked.
---
"…What?"
---
She stepped forward.
---
In front of him.
---
"…You don't."
---
Silence.
---
"…You can't beat him like this."
---
"…Then what do I do?"
---
AIRA looked at the other Raka.
---
Then back at him.
---
"…You stop fighting alone."
---
Raka froze.
---
"…What…?"
---
"…You said it yourself…"
---
A faint smile.
---
"…This isn't just your world anymore."
---
Silence.
---
Raka's eyes widened slightly.
---
"…You're saying…"
---
"…We fight together."
---
The other Raka laughed.
---
"…That won't change anything."
---
AIRA didn't look at him.
---
"…It already has."
---
She reached out.
---
Took Raka's hand.
---
"…You're not unstable because you're weak."
---
A pause.
---
"…You're unstable because you're trying to carry everything alone."
---
Silence.
---
Raka stared at her.
---
"…AIRA…"
---
"…Let me help."
---
A long pause.
---
Then—
---
Raka exhaled.
---
"…Fine."
---
He tightened his grip on her hand.
---
"…Together."
---
The space reacted instantly.
---
Not violently.
---
But clearly.
---
Like something finally aligned.
---
"…Interesting…" the other Raka muttered.
---
"…Let's test that."
---
He moved.
---
Fast.
---
Faster than before.
---
Raka barely saw it—
---
But this time—
---
He didn't react alone.
---
"…Left!" AIRA shouted.
---
Raka moved instantly.
---
Dodged—
---
Countered—
---
Their movements—
Synced.
---
Natural.
---
"…Not bad…" the other Raka said.
---
"…But not enough."
---
He attacked again—
---
Stronger.
---
Sharper.
---
More precise.
---
Raka blocked—
---
But got pushed back.
---
"…Ghh—!"
---
AIRA stepped in—
---
Guiding his movement.
---
"…Don't match him…"
---
"…Then what?!"
---
"…Change the flow."
---
Raka's eyes sharpened.
---
"…Right…"
---
The next attack came—
---
But instead of blocking—
---
Raka stepped into it.
---
The other Raka's eyes widened slightly.
---
"…Oh?"
---
Raka grabbed his arm—
---
Twisted—
---
And redirected the force.
---
The impact missed.
---
For the first time—
---
The other Raka stepped back.
---
"…Good…"
---
A faint smile.
---
"…You're learning."
---
Raka exhaled.
---
"…Still not you."
---
"…Not yet."
---
Silence.
---
Then—
---
The other Raka's expression changed.
---
Serious.
---
"…Let's end this."
---
The space darkened.
---
Not breaking.
---
Condensing.
---
Focusing.
---
"…Raka…" AIRA whispered.
"…Something's wrong…"
---
"…I feel it…"
---
The pressure—
Increased.
---
"…He's not holding back anymore…"
---
The other Raka raised his hand.
---
And for the first time—
---
Raka couldn't feel the world.
---
At all.
---
"…What…?"
---
"…I told you," the other Raka said calmly.
---
"…I don't share control."
---
Silence.
---
"…This space…"
---
A pause.
---
"…Is mine now."
---
Raka's eyes widened.
---
"…No way…"
---
AIRA tightened her grip.
---
"…Raka…"
---
"…We're losing it…"
---
The world dimmed.
---
Their connection—
Fading.
---
"…Not again…"
---
Raka clenched his fists.
---
"…I won't lose like this…"
---
The other Raka stepped forward.
---
"…You already did."
---
He raised his hand—
---
A final attack forming.
---
"…Goodbye."
---
Raka took a step forward.
---
No hesitation.
---
No fear.
---
"…Not yet."
---
And in that moment—
---
Something inside him—
---
Broke.
---
Or maybe—
---
Finally awakened.
---
Because this time—
---
He didn't reach for the world.
---
He didn't try to control it.
---
He didn't even resist.
---
He reached—
---
For himself.
---
And the moment he did—
---
Everything changed.
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To be continued…