"Don't worry, Lash. I'll... try to let you win one. Someday. Maybe."

The book surveyed the carnage with a thoughtful expression. Looking at all these fallen Lash copies didn't really bother him, either; now that he'd remembered the status screens, the difference between them and the real one was so obvious he couldn't even think of them as Lash. "Still, glad the real one didn't get hurt."