Commission for  The_entire_bee_movie_script and  Bea (with a story by them)

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20 years. 20 years she has been running. Hiding. Planning.

She followed behind Paige, a good 20 meters away. Not that she needed to. She could be right in front of Paige and she wouldn't notice. But that's not a good idea. That close? What would she do? She shakes her head, hooves against the pavement as she keeps following. She watches Paige enter the restaurant, while she waits, leaned up against the wall. She can see just fine through the window, and her earing is good enough now that she can hear anything she says, even out here. This restaurant... How many times had they gone there? How long have they spent eating and talking while the music plays? That one time they got in a fight... Ah, memories. Of course, she knew she wouldn't feel those feelings again in a long, long time. And this. This wasn't Paige. She already knew. She already saw her die, yet something almost identical to her walks around. Lives in her apartment. Wears her clothes. Sounds and acts like Paige. But it's not. She watches as the thing that looked like Paige sits down and orders. Ginger Ale, just like every single time.

Her hands clench into a fist as she came in. "The bitch..." she thought, watching Reaver sit down and start talking.

"Are you going to order me something as well?"

"Ah, 03, I apologize, I did not detect you there... forgive me." Her hand bleeds as fresh scars open up from the force of her clenching. She takes a deep breath for but a moment and calms down. Not here. Not now.

Mark One... Is that what they call her now? The real Paige? It's pathetic. They think they can just... do that to a person? This isn't right. If she wanted, she could jump in right now, skewer Reaver with her blade right in the head and run back, never to be found. She tries to calm herself down again. It works, but nowhere near as much.

"This is a public place. It does not matter who I am. There are ears everywhere, and some may belong to our enemies. It is important that we follow privacy policy to a tee."

Oh, if only she knew just how right she is.

Squid ink spaghetti. She really is a copy of the original, even if she doesn't know why she picked it. The two talk about what happened to the original Paige, the real one. Then, about her. "Someone close"... A bit of an understatement. And that word. Tampered. As if she did something wrong. It wasn't her fault. She did everything right. How could she have known? He's the one in the wrong, not her. She was-

"So there is a chance that they could still be?"

Her hand loosens, heart dropping. Why does it care? Why does it matter if she's following this damn fake thing around, every week, watching and listening, wishing she could just have another single moment with the one person she truly cared for and that she-

She... She holds her tears back. That was enough for now. She turns away, the ripped lab coat flowing a bit as she does. Her eyes are due for a replacement. She'll have to do something sooner or later.

Good to know Reaver's payload is still active, even after all this time hidden inside those poisonous tissues.