It’s numerical. Quantative. It isn’t low either. One, two, three. [Sasuke doesn’t sound judgmental at least.] It’s an identifier, easily seen. Like a brand.
[But Ray’s fake environment is not quite like Orochimaru’s scientific laboratory. Kinda. So Sasuke just has one conclusion so far:]
[Not wrong. Ray is stuck walking with Sasuke to the dining hall. The good thing is... Sasuke isn’t mouthy?? He walks in silence unless Ray decides to talk.]
once they reach the dining hall, he pries off a cushion from a chair, folds the map into a small piece, and then places it onto the chair base, at which point he covers it with the cushion again.]
[Sasuke has reservations about this (One Fear), but it isn't necessarily because of Ray. He just doesn't trust anything about this place in general. Or luck.]
Alright. [Whew. Sort of... For Now...] That's all.
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Why do you ask?
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[But Ray’s fake environment is not quite like Orochimaru’s scientific laboratory. Kinda. So Sasuke just has one conclusion so far:]
Are you a clone?
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[ray stifles a laugh.]
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A clone. A genetic copy of someone.
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[helpful.]
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Sasuke just gives Ray an expectant look.]
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It's a livestock brand.
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? — 🚶🏻♂️? — 🐄?]
You’re... [No, that thought is just fucking stupid. (ray is actually a cow)] ...food?
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Yeah. I was supposed to end up as a demon's meal.
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A demon...? A... chakra beast?
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I know. [Sigh.] Demons are consuming humans for food? Is that... really your world?
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Yes.
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Fine. [He will table this to lament over later.] Where do you want to hide the map?
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[in before some elaborate dinner party]
Where in the dining hall?
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Underneath the seat cushion of one of the chairs—that work for you?
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That works. Let’s go.
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[god it feels like he's stuck with sasuke until sasuke tells him he's free]
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once they reach the dining hall, he pries off a cushion from a chair, folds the map into a small piece, and then places it onto the chair base, at which point he covers it with the cushion again.]
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Alright. [Whew. Sort of... For Now...] That's all.
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Okay then.
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