What the fuck? How is this even possible? It's one thing to hear what people are saying, but it's completely different to see it in action. The Meta was dead. Maine had died god knew when. But the way he speaks, the way he moves... it's not the Meta, and he doesn't understand how this can be possible.

He still flinches back just a little when Maine leans in, because having the Meta that close didn't usually bode well for anyone.

He looks like Maine, the way he scrutinises Wash's face.

Wash steps away from him and nods. "Yeah, good idea." He hopes.