Cheshire weighed Mari's words carefully. He had honestly had the thought that Mari could be the copy while her 'shadow self' could be the real one. It was a dangerous thought, but maybe a necessary one, especially after the Shadow Mari talked bout her parents and family. Although, as far as Cheshire was concerned this Mari was the one that deserved her own life more, simply by virtue of being more caring. But this was coming from Cheshire's more... loose interpretation of an intelligence and skewed moral code. Just as he was about to voice his desire, White opened his mouth to answer.<br/><br/>"Mari," he said gently, "I might be the one that is more distant from the situation, but I would miss the end of the world if it would help you. No one here would say otherwise."<br/><br/>The way he said it, calmly, without guile or airs of any kind, took Cheshire aback a little bit. He was right, if Cheshire had a good grasp on Dumas's feelings, but he simply hadn't expected that from White of all people, the stuffy one, still holding his groceries as he stood there and bore just a hint of his soul. Cheshire was almost jealous of Mari for getting something like that.