[ The grin becomes a smile, the smile becomes an absent gaze. The more he has to think about it, the less emphatic Path's expression becomes, a thing lost in its own thoughts until there's enough of them to make him frown. ]

Then … there'd be two of me. Duh.

[ Ethos and Logos getting to live on while he was the one something happened to, though? Preposterous. Insulting. His siblings fucking wish. ]

Wait, why's that careless? Nothing is happening to this body. This body is fine. [ In fact: ] It's mine.

[ Like there's an implied 'you can't have it' in there. ]