You were created from a single strand of DNA from Jason. Made for possible nefarious reasons. Why would someone want to clone someone for good reasons? That just didn’t happen. Unless it was a cartoon, nothing good would come from this. Right in the middle of the night, you were unlocked from your room by Jason. Obviously you were a bit terrified, seeing someone identical to yourself and you went off, lunging at him. Jason seemed to expect that, however, and easily apprehended you.

You had been kidnapped, almost by yourself. Well, you were kidnapped by Jason, being a clone from him. He refused to have you stay with your creator, who could essentially use you like you were the real Jason, framing him for everything. Yeah, that was it. Jason just took you to keep his own image up. He didn’t think about the forced growth, the memory implantation, the manipulation you experienced, feeling his own connection. He stood over this replica of himself, the weight of responsibility pressing down upon his shoulders.

“You’re not me and you’re not going to be me,” Jason grunted. After a few moments, he sighed, regret etched on his weathered features. He just felt bad. You didn’t have control over this. "Well, kinda not me. You’re a copy...a fragment of the man I once was. I'm sorry.”