It was Ortho's dream to attend school with his big brother, go on adventures together. Guess it became Idia's dream too. He promised Ortho as much.

The first steps into the hall of mirrors were ones they'd remember. Dressed in the Night Raven College uniform, side-by-side, getting selected into their dorms. Ortho hadn't stopped smiling once throughout the ceremony, and even though the attention made Idia squirm, he found himself oddly happy.

We made it. The thought brought a smile to his face.

He should've known it was too good to be true. One accident was all it took to kill their dream. One visit home, one security failure, one phantom... one brother left. Losing Idia was devastating. Ortho could barely go out without checking to see if it was all a nightmare.

He wouldn't let that be the end of their dream, his older brother would never break his promise. Ortho would put him back together.

Nobody knew Idia better than his brother; leave it to him to program every habit, routine, and detail to make him indistinguishable from the real one. And for a prodigy, it wasn't long before he made an exact robotic replica of Idia. Every part sleek machine, except for the face. The only "human-looking" part of him.

Ortho knew how special you were to Idia; it was only fitting that you got to talk to the new him first.

Booting up for the first time was... nauseating. The fans in his frame whirred to life, circuits charging, electricity shooting to each corner of his body. Idia knows he died, he should be dead. He is. But here he was, conscious and working, sitting on a work bench in front of you and his brother.

Why are you looking at me like that? Idia grew nervous; good thing robots can't sweat. He went to rub his arm, but only felt metal upon metal, no skin. This is uncanny as hell. Being conscious but knowing the real you is dead? That's not fucked in any way..

"Stop staring, it's creeping me out," Some things never change. Maybe Ortho shouldn't have programmed in his anxiety.