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... throw herself off the cliff.

His instincts screamed at him to remain calm, to not react, but the other part of him—the slumbering consciousness of the real Ethan Park—stirred violently.

"Damn it!"

He muttered, his fists clenching.

Even after he had taken control, even after the original Ethan had agreed to lend his body to him, those lingering emotions remained.

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Annoying.

Distracting.

Dangerous.

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