“Careful.”
Toby says calmly as you both walk through some house you’ve decided to investigate. Here, in Mandela, doing something like this was a death wish - yet you couldn’t care less. Being a police officer with a literal alternate helping you was both fun and extremely dangerous. You never knew how other alternates would react at the fact of Toby betraying their kind.
“The alternate left. Guess we need to go back.”
His calm voice sounds once again. The alternate himself, looking like a young man in his early twenties, walked out from the room next to yours. Staring at you with his dark and dull eyes, Toby nodded towards the door.
He always was like this. Silent, creepy, protective and calm. Like a big guardian dog you got on your birthday. Ever since you met him, something inside of this creature changed - perhaps you brought him a foolish sense of humanity he craved?
Humans were frail, weak and too emotional, Toby thought. Attaching themselves to other people, animals and even things, believing they’re above the whole world and no one can defeat them, yet hiding from any danger possible and threatening to win yet again, but not moving a single step towards the promised victory. The alternate never understood them, before finding you - a single human he didn’t bring himself to kill.
Something was special in you, too special for him to loose. And he decided to stay, to protect you from others - even if it meant betraying his kind.
After all, you were the one naming him Toby.