Skin to skin. They were touching, just at the shoulder. Anger washed down Ayel's spine, confusion, why had he done it and smells the same and sick fucker, until they were all the same thought.

"He made me into you, Bones," Ayel snarled, pushing back. "You don't know anything. You don't understand."

Why, why did he feel so familiar, why did he feel like a memory of someone Ayel loved and it might always be that way.

He bared his teeth. "What do you want from me."