[And he just sort of stares for a moment, his expression wide-eyed and incredibly open; it takes him a second to make sense of it, but he...thinks he understands -
(some other version of you, a prodigy who can identify the chemical properties of anything just by laying his hands on it and turn anything he touches into a bomb, escaped from prison and lived with greed and best friends with archer, killed at the age of twenty-seven in a battle against scar)
...and even if he understands he's not sure what he should...do with it.]
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(some other version of you, a prodigy who can identify the chemical properties of anything just by laying his hands on it and turn anything he touches into a bomb, escaped from prison and lived with greed and best friends with archer, killed at the age of twenty-seven in a battle against scar)
...and even if he understands he's not sure what he should...do with it.]
Who are you, then...?