[ It's uncanny. Different in clothes, hairstyle, even body type... and yet he recognizes that jawline, every inch of face that he can see. How many hours has he spent staring at Char, committing every piece of him to memory with greedy eyes? It's him and yet it isn't him and Garma just doesn't understand how this topsy-turvy world came to be in which his Char is missing and this person exists. It's a future he has no part him and he's catching a glimpse of it against every law of the universe. It's a forbidden sight he's laying his eyes on, and it makes him feel uneasy.
Garma goes silent for a long moment, simply staring at the screen with his eyes wide open. ]
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Garma goes silent for a long moment, simply staring at the screen with his eyes wide open. ]
... the second coming. I...
[ He swallows hard. ]
I see why they call him that.