i don't know why you want this role. honestly, i'd go home if i were you. it's not worth it. don't even bother auditioning.
His brow settles into a firm line, setting with his jaw. Artemiy Burakh is not a man who appreciates having his motives questioned, especially not by some...
          ...dop·pel·gäng·er.
Like looking into a mirror, but only... almost. The resemblance, while not perfect, is uncanny. Perhaps this is how the poor Changeling felt. When he finally opens his mouth, he’s surprised to see that his opposite doesn’t do the same.
“You would be well-advised to keep such words to yourself. Regardless of your opinion, or your motivation, I have no intention of giving this up. This town, these people, are too important to me.” His lip curls, his nostrils flare.Â
“I have no time for people who don’t think it’s worth it to even try.”
