Gargoyles' reality. Manhattan General Hospital. Intensive care ward.

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Goliath sighed as he walked through the door and found himself and his alternate in the hospital cafeteria. "I meant to get something to eat, but I'd forgotten."

A young nurse came up behind them and gently poked gargoyle Goliath in the wing. "Excuse me, please. I need coffee NOW."

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"Very well." He went through the door and made his way to the elevator, wincing as two teenage girls got the giggles at sight of his twin's attire.

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Goliath followed, his lavender cheeks flushing slightly at the giggling. "A strange thing, acceptance," he mused quietly.

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"Indeed." Goliath nodded his head to an elderly lady, who smiled at him and then grinned at the gargoyle before turning her eyes to the floor lights.

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Goliath smiled as well and nodded politely as he entered the elevator.

Such a strange thing, a human counterpart to himself. Almost as perplexing, he imagined, as Elisa was to some of the variants upon their world they had encountered. Could he have endured as this version of himself had, as Elisa had? Suddenly thrust into a whole new type of existence, with new limitations, new experiences... He was not so certain he was that strong.

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Goliath was drinking coffee as the elevator door opened. He nearly sputtered in it as he caught sight of Franklin standing there looking lost and frightened.

"What is it?" He strode out of the elevator.

His clone sighed, brightening slightly for a moment before looking ashamed. "Father! Hudson said to go with you, but you were already gone, and I didn't know where to find you."

The relief nearly made Golath fall over. He leaned against the wall and took deep breaths.

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It was only an act of willpower that allowed Goliath not to attempt to strike out at 'Franklin' upon seeing him. His monstrous clone was just as responsible for the loss of Faye as Eris, more deaths which would be held at both the feet of Sevarius--who still had not faced justice for his crimes--and Xanatos. That they were beholden to Xanatos for hearth and home irked him greatly, yet this was tempered by the simple knowledge that Xanatos owed them greatly for their defense of his son.

He too exited the elevator, but chose not to speak in this semi-private moment.