He dropped his pen, got up, and turned around. "Alright. Let's go." He spoke to the other Miya that was seated on the bed.
This other Miya was mixed with mechanical limbs. His face was half burnt; a golden prosthetic leg and arm; burns stretching down from his face to the parts that couldn't be seen beneath his clothes.
The mechanical looked at the other Miya with his one green-eyed iris. His hands were placed over each other on his lap.
He couldn't speak, but he didn't need to. The 2 of them could perfectly predict what each other was saying merely by looking at each other.
"Hm? Why I didn't write about you in the notebook?" He said as he pulled open a cupboard. "Because it wasn't important." He brought out a key and began rolling up a sheet from the ground that was perfectly camouflaged.
The other Miya stared, watching.
"I can add you if you want. You are the original, after all."
The mechanical Miya was the original Miya. The one given birth to by the Graystovs, the one that befriended Reina and the one who walked towards Solomon as a living corpse during the monsters rampage in the Floating Castle.
The other one that appeared fully human was a mere replicant that grew out of one of the originals torn off hands.