He's different.'
Troy noted at first glance the Kyle standing before him, was not the same Kyle he'd fought with months ago.
There was no denying he'd gone through a lot with such timeframe but still, his age was still considerably young.
"I can tell you're thinking about me. Kinda creepy." Kyle broke the ice, his steps silently trailing the floor.
"Perceptive as always." Troy remarked with a light smirk, cutting off at the inner first floor in the palace.
"When did you realize that thing wasn't me?" Kyle followed up the genuine question hogging his mind since he arrived.
Knowing Troy and his ever calculative senses, there was no time he'd figure it out sooner or later.
"Immediately it arrived." Troy bluntly answered, without a shift in his attitude. "A mimic can shape shift, imitate voice, eyes and even aura. But can never imitate one's mind."
