Let's try to reach a common ground

The moment stretches on, uncomfortably. You know you're the real Sabine. You have to be because... well, you know that you are. And besides, you don't feel any particular obedience toward your manipulative captor... besides the desire to do whatever you have to do to get out of this room, of course.

But your simulacrum appears equally confident in her own authenticity. Frustratingly so.

"Well I'm not," You both say in harmony. "Stop that." You begin, but catch yourself when you find the words escaping your lips an instant behind your double. You exchange annoyed smiles.

"I know we've both got ideas, so why don't you go first?" You offer, pleased that the words weren't echoed this time.

Your twin nods, and then pauses before she speaks. You watch her sort through the right words to properly convey her meaning, until she realizes what a waste of time that would be. You'll catch her meaning as sure as you can follow her thought-process. "He's played us for fools twice now. I don't know what his angle is going to be, but it's going to be three times if we bicker."

"Count it as four." You offer in reply. You're glad to finally find yourself agreeing... with yourself. As it becomes more and more obvious that this is developing into a plan of some sort, you find yourselves beginning to whisper. "We're playing his game and he hasn't told us the rules, but it's easy enough to guess how this goes down: you don't look anymore obedient than I feel, so one of us breaks down and he arbitrarily picks one of us regardless,"

"Or he can't make up his mind and keeps us both no matter what we do." She finishes your sentence for you. The initial resentment you felt toward your copy is quickly fading now that you're putting your minds together. It feels good to be this in sync with someone. You look yourself up and down again. You can only suppress the smirk at that thought about narcissism until you catch your reflection doing the same thing.

"So if he's going to pick anyway... we let him pick. Why give him the satisfaction of playing along?" She takes a step closer to you. If it were anyone but yourself, she'd be uncomfortably close.

"And no matter what he decides, we honor it? Even if he chooses both of us?" Your heart flutters in your chest. It's a real possibility. Or if he becomes angry, maybe he'll just devour the both of you. Like Jenavive. You can only hope your double offers herself up if it comes to that. Your head spins when you realize she's thinking the same thing. The plan is starting to unravel in your mind. How can you trust this duplicant? And does a fake, by its very nature, even know how to trust in return? She might betray you the moment you let down your guard... you should give her up first.

Or... maybe you should just go for Bulgarmet's cock? It's what he wants - it's the easy way out. Your eyes begin to wander, and you catch the other Sabine's gaze beginning to drift as well. Did she start to look to the door before you? Or did she catch your attention wavering and instinctively looked in the direction you were beginning to focus on?

As one, you snap your mutual attention to one another and clasp your hands on the side of each other's face. You see your own weakness reflected in her eyes. The emotion is so real that a second passes in which you're not sure she isn't the real you. And of course... you know she feels the same way.

"I'm so weak. Do I really despise myself so much that I cannot even trust the one person who deserves my utmost faith?" She gives a short, pathetic laugh that you can't help but imitate.

"Faith in myself? The things I've done... do I even know what that is anymore?"

You will never, could never, experience a bond with another person like you feel right now with the girl that's in your arms. It doesn't matter if she's fake or if you are - you might both be copies of an original that Bulgarmet devoured - your mutual empathy is real. You fall into one another's arms and crush your lips together. You're surprised at the softness of your lips and the sweetness of your tongue.

No more words need to be shared. You both need this. But are you interrupted before you get to enjoy yourselves?