I don't. [And now there's a hint of unguarded uncertainty - or perhaps it is guarded, and the uncertainty is simply so large that it can't all be hidden.] He's nothing like me. He doesn't even have the same name. And I don't know why. [And that can't help but be pressing, because he can sense that some sort of serious upheaval would have to take place to turn him into Schuldig but he hasn't the least idea what form it might take.]
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