The real Son of the West

"News does spread fast," I said, trying my best to keep a straight face. "It is a mistake I've sworn not to commit again." 

It felt odd, I admit, having finally confronted the true owner of this identity. 

'How does it feel to have someone walking around wearing your face?' I wanted to ask him but chose not to. 

Sein cocked his head to the side and placed both hands on his hips. "How unfortunate. You are rather my type. I was hoping for a chance to make you fall for this face again." 

My face contorted with disgust. "I'd like to make things clear, you are not the person I fell in love with. You only look the same." 

On side of his lip tugged upward. "Exactly. We look the same, so why don't I give it a try—" 

"Whoa, stop right there mister." Dahlia cut him off, pointing to an invisible watch on her wrist. "Tick tock, time is running." 

"Whatever are you in a hurry for?" asked Sein. 

"We're going back home." I announced.