NPC-Machlian(2)<Speaker>???</Speaker>||:Who... Who are you?
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Suddenly, a girl with a face that's identical to hers appears before her.
NPC-Morridow(3)<Speaker>Morridow</Speaker>||:...I am No. 10954.
NPC-Machlian(2)<Speaker>???</Speaker>||:Why do you look like me? Are you... Are you my little sister?
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:The girl's face twists into a cruel, mocking smile.
NPC-Morridow(4)<Speaker>Morridow</Speaker>||:Ha, you've got some nerve! A defective specimen dares claim to be the original? +You have a number too, and if you have a number, you're not the original, got that?
NPC-Machlian(3)<Speaker>???</Speaker>||:...No! I'm a human... I have a name... I have a name... 
NPC-Morridow(4)<Speaker>Morridow</Speaker>||:In that case... What IS your name?
NPC-Machlian(3)<Speaker>???</Speaker>||:My... My name is... +No... Who... Who am I...?
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:She stares into the girl's eyes, which are gleaming with cryptic amusement. Her mind feels empty, like a jacket that has been run through a washer. +All that's left are empty pockets and shredded lint.