[ the comment from kiara jostles him from his distressed feedback loop — can he still consider himself applicable for a feedback loop when he’s fully human? the many existential crises he needs to contend with since he came here — and he looks at her, eyes wide and expression distressed.

but it changes over time. his expression hardens into something like resolve and equal disgust, lips twisting into a scowl as he whips his head back at uncle leeds—

at the rat bastard wearing the face of his uncle leeds. ]

Yeah... [ he takes a deep breath and hisses under his breath, ] This is fucking gross.

[ with a surge of renewed indignation and fire he hopes will stick, daylight makes a grab for a piece of rebar on the floor. not as sturdy as the bat but it has to do. he holds it like his life depends on it.

and it will now with how he snarls out, ] Back off, asshole, and don’t go near or my friend.

You’re not Uncle Leeds so you can get fucked.

[ the doppleganger’s smile fades, replaced with, at first, an expression of sorrow and confusion.

then it becomes a snarl, the expression one of pure rage as it screams and launches itself at the two.

daylight throws a swing and he feels it connect into the junction of neck and shoulder, feels and hears something break and crack. yet it surges forward, not caring, and it forces the two of them on the ground, tussling and fighting. it tries to wrap its hands around his neck but daylight holds the creature at bay, shoving his rebar under the creature’s neck to keep some distance. ]

Get off me and fuck off!