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I think I prefer how I normally look over this. You've had your fun, now allow me to shift back to something not ridiculous.

...What do you mean I won't be changing back any time soon? I can't exactly return home like this. My wife would murder me and my children would be terrified of how I look. Not that you would care about that, I suppose, since you're planning to wipe me from existence in the future.

I'm starting to wish that you had kept your attention on Inspector Hawkins instead of remember that I exist as well. You're beginning to remind me of my father and trust me when I say one of him is more than enough.

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And what in the hell are you supposed to be shifted into in the first place, exactly?

Our current form with added corruption. Mother was the only one able to pull that off without ruining how we look.

Mother?

...different time periods, right. You don't know yet.

Congratulations, you have real biological parents and they just so happen to be the Creator and the Corrupter. Welcome to godhood.

Coming from someone who is self-admittedly corrupted, I'm not sure how much of your word I should take at face value.

That's amusing coming from you. Even if I wasn't corrupted as I am, you still wouldn't believe anything I'd say because you don't trust yourself.

Just the simple fact that you've admitted to shifting has already damaged your credibility. Anything else you say only sweetens the pot at this point.

Well, we are a shifter, are we not? A change in our form, no matter if it was voluntary or not, is still shifting. Mine wasn't voluntary. I thought you would be smart enough to realize that fairly quickly. Red really isn't our color.

You've said as much, and I agree on at least one point. Proving that you are, in fact, Benjamin Chamberlain is impossible so you may as well give up on it while you're not too far behind.

Would you prefer it if I proved that I was Alexander Deacon, Alexis Kane, or even Abel? I could sit here for days naming off every alias that we've used in our lifetime, but you and I know that's pointless. Names are for humans and we've never been human. We're just a monster pretending to be a man and hoping that nobody notices.

Impressive, although I don't know who you're trying to prove anything to. There are other ways to come by that information. [ Because MICHAEL HISSSSS ... and other avenues. Also Benjamin has the mother of all self-trust issues. ]

[Only you would not trust yourself, jackal. Thankfully, he has something that Benjamin might get him to trust him.]

You tried to kill the dragon in the sword, after your daughter's death and resurrection. He could have kept the entire incident from happening, but he allowed it and ruined any chance of her having a normal life. It didn't matter if he burned your hands off in the process if it meant destroying him. So you went into his chamber while everyone was celebrating and tried to break the sword he inhabited.

I don't remember what I said, just that I was angry and wanted to take it out on someone. Looking back, it was strange that he didn't egg us on since he had no problems calling us a monster and being so smug that we couldn't prove him wrong. He stopped us by saying one thing: "You wouldn't do that. Not again."

We left the country the next morning.

Did you know you look like that dude with the coffee-eyes and the accent from that show with the portals on the giant ship?

Except. You know. Wookified. If wookies died their hair.

I mean, dyed their hair.

... Actually, nope, I'm standing by my original use of the word.

Not at all. Before you mentioned it, I had no idea whatsoever. [Sorry, he's just going to reply with sarcasm.]

I was thinking more Marilyn Manson music video reject myself, actually.

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