The forest floor vibrated as the unknown clone, a perfect echo of Alex, stomped his metallic boot. The melody within Alex, a tense duet now, resonated with a mixture of apprehension and grudging acceptance. This unexpected ally was a wildcard, his motivations shrouded in mystery.
"So, brother," the clone rasped, his voice a chilling echo of Alex's own, "you propose we work together? You, the champion of this 'balance,' and me, a soldier bred for war? An interesting dynamic."
Anya, Alex's fragmented consciousness, buzzed with static. "Intriguing… but untrustworthy. Proceed with caution."
Alex, ever the diplomat, decided to try a different approach. "We may have different paths," they said, their voice muffled by the helmet, "but we share a common enemy. Why fight amongst ourselves?"
