Mikey shook his head and lowered his hand, sending a shock wave of moistened energy towards Jenso. [color=00aeef]"Get away!"[/color] He shouted, [color=00aeef]"I'm not real... I'm just a doll. Everything I was ever made to be. It started with you. I'm just a copy of [i]you.[/i]"[/color] Mikey's arms began to tremble. He looked down again, to his feet. [color=00aeef]"When we first fought, I remember it.. I remember it clearly. We were the same. I was [i]stronger.[/i] So much stronger. And... Then we fought again. I was weaker, that time. But I felt it, who I was supposed to be. Somebody fake, not real at all. Just a doll. An empty casket. Trying to work towards being stronger than you. False memories that inspired everything I do. The way I fight. The way I think. My behaviour, it all came back to something I thought- No. What [i]they thought[/i] was better. A more perfect version of you. But it's all fake.."[/color] Mikey looked at Jenso again. 

	[color=00aeef]"I've been used this entire time as a proxy. To help you. To make you stronger. But not because I wanted to. It was only because he wanted to. So, what am I? I'm just a tool. But If I can help my whole family, my real family, I can be real again."[/color]