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“I’m not sorry, you know.”
No, actually, yeah. He knows. Thanks a lot, creep.
Other-Danny quirks an eyebrow. “You don’t actually think you have more of a right to live than I do?”
I don’t have less of one!
“Sure. But I won, so… too bad. So sad. Try again next life, loser me.”
Excuse the fuck out of you. You stole my entire life! How am I the loser, you literal actual parasite?
“Well, let’s see.” He starts counting on his hands. “I have the body now. I have your friends. Your sister. Your parents, not that that’s any prize – I honestly don’t know what Father sees in either of them.”
I hate you.
“I know.” He smiles. “Why do you think I won?”