202. Because

Henry's POV

I nodded. 

"You are probably right. But you still aren't him." 

"Why?" He tilted his head, the features overlapping with his younger self, with my Kenny. 

"Because I don't feel..." I stopped. 

Because you are not my master; because you are not the person I am indebted to. 

Because you are not the one who chose to repeatedly explain his innocence, who invited his accuser into his home, gave his accuser food, and slept in front of him; because you didn't accompany me to the morgue to touch your first-ever dead body; because you didn't die there, didn't give me your phone to look through, because you didn't let me enter your family's home, showing me how broken it was; because you are not the one who turned on the hot water so I would be freed from seeing my image in the mirror. Because you didn't crawl over a torso hill to save the person who slashed your legs to die with you.