I feel like an idiot. Part of me knew the whole time that it was too good to be true. I'm ashamed for not waking up to it sooner.

[It's like a knife is twisting in his gut, every time he thinks about how secure and loved Cesar's doppelganger has made him feel.]

You'll know. I'm going to find a way to make it more obvious and permanent... for now, the bruise on my face should suffice.