<div class="floatright">(http://img267.imageshack.us/img267/6299/doppelgangerm.jpg)</div><br/>She listened as he bared his soul, releasing all the hurt, all the pain that he'd felt for so very long.  She almost wanted to cry, but she had to maintain the image.  Somehow it was easier to hold a face that she'd seen, since she only had to remember that face, rather than construct a completely new image for herself.  Even so, her own emotions gave her limits.<br/><br/>"Marcus," she said in Becky's voice, but with a tremor as the guilt stung her.  Maybe this hadn't made things easier; maybe she should have let the real Becky see him collapse like this the first time.  Even so, she had to be sure that he'd do it, didn't she?  Either way, her image collapsed, leaving her as the pale-faced creature of her true nature.<br/><br/>"Marcus," she repeated, this time in her own hollow and far less beautiful voice, "You need to tell her all this.  She needs to hear it from you, but you know, you really know now, that you have to tell her.  Don't you?"  Concerns of her own looks evaporated with her concern for him.  She still held all the words she'd planned to use in Becky's voice, but it just wouldn't come across properly, especially now.<br/><br/>"Do you want me there with you when you tell her, or do you want to be alone together?  I'm fine with either, so long as you talk to her once more and let her know."