She approached him quietly, her eyes confused and filled with questions. She slung her bright red scythe across her back, noting the change in his expression. The way he held himself, the way his eyes didn't brood in that one specific way...

She stopped short of him and looked up.

He didn't even smell like him...

He looked exactly like him...but that was it. She knew it. Because she would know him anywhere.

"And here I was worried that I was gonna have to make with the cookie dough speech again. Or, you know, I might have switched it up. Brownie batter's fun. But you're not him. It's weird, though. You look just like him. Except for where you're not pale and kinda obviously of the living and breathing."