The idea of Xisuma being Evil Xisuma's clone is so painful. Like imagine: You've never been a well liked person. You walk into a room, and nobody notices except to shift away from you. You leave, and the only acknowledgement is a shared exhale from the people you just left. And then, one day, you're cloned. And the man who walks out is... everything you never were. He knows how to smile at people in a way that doesn't look strained, how to make a joke that makes people laugh and not grimace uncomfortably. Everyone loves him. They flock to him, leaving you alone, as always. You have a clone, and he's everything people wanted you to be; everything that you never could be. And you think... if you were like that, they'd want you like they want him. If you were like him, he might never exist. But he's here, and you're still you. Still alone.
