mierda.

Match hadn't thought his little white lie would spiral like this, and now? he didn't know how to get out of it. he'd only stopped at the Tower for a moment to admire his brother's statue, having shifted his appearance to look like his twin to save himself the anxiety of being stared at. also because he knew getting too close to the Tower while not glamoured would have brought him too much trouble; he didn't know if Kon had told his allies that they were good now, and he didn't want to start a fight.

so when a guy walked out of the Tower and immediately trotted over to him, he froze. he didn't know who he was, he had no memory of him and for Match that's saying something, but he obviously knew him... or rather, Kon. not wanting to make the other think Kon was being a jerk, Match played along, and before long it was too late to course correct.

now here he was, trapped in a situation he didn't know how to escape from; unless of course, he came out and said he wasn't Kon, which would probably result in a fight. or worse, he left AS Kon and made him seem like a horrible friend. either way, he couldn't do it. so he went along with it as best he could, even if he didn't even know this guy's name.