The man nodded.
"Something like that."
Gwen couldn't tell immediately since the One Leader maintained a pretty clean image in reality, but the more she looked, the more she could notice the familiarities.
'But what does he mean? Something like that?'
"Come sit," the One Leader beckoned at a chair. "And just call me Vikhan."
Gwen approached the chair, her mind sensing something odd about the situation. Although she could recognize him, some part of her felt like he wasn't really the One Leader. There was even a slight difference in their dialects.
"What did you mean when you said something like that," she couldn't help but ask.
The One Leader silently sat down opposite of Gwen and sighed out.
"I'm one of his clones."
Gwen tilted her head.
"What?"
"…"
The One Leader did not repeat himself.
