Imagine if you met someone who wasn't quite human.
You've never seen them before, you are distinctly aware that they appeared, fully formed but unaware and undeveloped.
Your brain is screaming at you that you haven't met them yet, but they know who you are because of who you will be. They know everything you ever could do, but not what you will.
Now imagine the above scenario, but you are a shapeshifter. You didn't like the shape you started as, so you became a different one.
And this thing is your old shape. It thinks like you, as much as it can. Not just as much like a human as it can, like you specifically. It is unmistakably its own being, but it is built around a shell of what you're used to be.
It doesn't know what it is any more than you do, but it's decided that you're its brother. It doesn't know what it can do, any more than you do, but it's decided to do whatever it can for you.
You are Timothy buck, and being hunted by people with superpowers is no longer your biggest problem.
