“…Die today?”  Wil began to move along again, pondering what Greggory had meant by that cryptic remark.  Now that he thought about it, Greggory’s behavior seemed odd for someone who had had his life threatened by his employer; he seemed almost resigned about it rather than the fear and anger that would have been normal.  He walked along into the gloom in silence for a while, then realization hit him like a hammerblow, stopping him dead in his tracks.  “I pray that I am wrong about this…”<br/><br/>Moving swiftly over to Greggory, he seized his shoulders and spun him around, catching his head in his clawed hands.  He didn’t make any aggressive moves, but held Greggory’s head still as he simply stared deep into his eyes, his own eyes seeming to refocus several times.<br/><br/>Releasing Greggory’s head, Wil stepped back and simply looked at him, his expression a mix of revulsion, dread, and shock.  “By the gods above, what the hell are you people doing here?  You capture me, put me in here for a month with no outside contact, then they throw you in here and tell me that I have to protect you.  You con me along into this bizarre test and when I finally start to think that it matters to get you through this, I find out that you’re a clone.  Who the hell do you think that I am?!?”<br/><br/>Then Wil realized the deeper implications of what he had discovered, and his shock was quickly replaced with rage.  “You knew.  You knew this entire time that this was just some sick experiment.  That it wouldn’t matter if you died because they could just bring you back again and again.”  He raised the rather large chunk of metal that he was still carrying, pointing it right at Greggory’s head.  “I warned you what would happen if there was any duplicity on your part.  You have ten seconds to explain why I should not add<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>to the meager supply of food they have been giving me.”