[Henrick pov]
"Yes" I turned to the fakes, letting them see the grim smile over my face.
"We found more than just food, come look at this."
They weren't even trying at this point. Sure they had the mannerisms and gait of my soldiers. But I knew them. I bled with them, I yelled and screamed my frustrations with them.
And for one to come so close to their true self, yet be off by just that tiny percentage. It was like looking at some fake. One that was just too good to even see the difference. But some instinctual part of you knew.
Knew that they were fake, that it would never be real.
That was exactly what I was feeling right now. That they just weren't real. Almost exact fakes.
Ones that triggered that instinctual response of mine.
But even so I still acted dumb for a while.
"I'll follow, you lead" I spoke to them.
They didn't even notice the complete disregard for my character that I just did.
