[Glacius listens dutifully, rubbing at Carlisle's shoulder comfortingly as he speaks--though the arm slung across his back is undeniably chilly, at least he retracted the ice from his hands long ago, so they should not be all that cold.] I, unfortunately, cannot say for certain either... I never met him. As for the questions of other, ah... versions of ourselves... that is also something I have little experience with. My people have the ability to fold space, to hop between worlds in the blink of an eye, but it never results in duplicates, discontinuities in time or reality...
[Glacius coughs, quietly, rubbing at the base of this throat again with his spare hand. He felt better than he ever had with his neck underneath Carlisle's hands, but now that it's been some time, soreness and pain is starting to settle back in.] A-and I have to admit that I... don't know how I feel about any version of myself, duplicate or otherwise, coming to harbor the sort of anger and resentment that you have mentioned in both Algidus and my duplicate. I remember times in this cave when I felt so embittered and angry over the hands that me or my friends had been dealt, and I remember harboring such resentment in this cave for the humans and their often brutal ways... all that suffering and death. But every time I began to get dragged down, be it by bitterness or resentment or despair, I had... all of you.
[Glacius heaves a mighty sigh now, feeling like he's beginning to put things together a bit more now. He wanted what you had.] All of my friends, to tend to my wounds and support me until I could begin to pick myself back up. What if I... had all of that taken from me, through no fault of my own? What would be left for me, save for my soul to fester? I'm... I'm not sure I can say. [But he doesn't believe it's too much of a stretch to think that Carlisle might have seen an example or two of that wretched, sorrowful, utterly lonely fate.]
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[Glacius coughs, quietly, rubbing at the base of this throat again with his spare hand. He felt better than he ever had with his neck underneath Carlisle's hands, but now that it's been some time, soreness and pain is starting to settle back in.] A-and I have to admit that I... don't know how I feel about any version of myself, duplicate or otherwise, coming to harbor the sort of anger and resentment that you have mentioned in both Algidus and my duplicate. I remember times in this cave when I felt so embittered and angry over the hands that me or my friends had been dealt, and I remember harboring such resentment in this cave for the humans and their often brutal ways... all that suffering and death. But every time I began to get dragged down, be it by bitterness or resentment or despair, I had... all of you.
[Glacius heaves a mighty sigh now, feeling like he's beginning to put things together a bit more now. He wanted what you had.] All of my friends, to tend to my wounds and support me until I could begin to pick myself back up. What if I... had all of that taken from me, through no fault of my own? What would be left for me, save for my soul to fester? I'm... I'm not sure I can say. [But he doesn't believe it's too much of a stretch to think that Carlisle might have seen an example or two of that wretched, sorrowful, utterly lonely fate.]