(MC POV)
The other me sat down across the table from me. Joanne looked at me for confirmation and only when I nodded did she move to pour out tea for him obediently.
"So… What happens to me now?" The other me asked, looking pointedly at me.
I picked up my own tea cup to take a sip, "I suppose I should first ask if I were to end your existence, would you be willing?"
He smiled at me, "Who would be willing to have their existence ended like that?"
"I suppose not. I guess you are me, after all, and I wouldn't agree to that either."
His smile turned a little mischievous, "Although… I may be persuaded to do so, actually."
I set down my cup, "Oh? How?"
He reached forward and clasped my hand, "If you show me the best night of my short-lived life, I may just accept that being the end of my life."
…
Fuck.
