I don’t think there can be a version of me that’s evil.
Well, there could be, obviously. But it wouldn’t exactly be a version of ‘me.’ I’ve dabbled in time and dimension travel once or twice and never have I been able to find another version of myself. Perhaps something that fills the niche, but no matter what I do I’m a constant.
I have my siblings. My family. My adopted family. But it’s not quite the same. I’ve been trying to make that ‘other me’ with the limb I severed a bit ago and it’s not the same.
But I think, maybe, that’s just fine with me.