[ Angel stumbles a little from the force of her own push, catching herself with her arm outstretched as she rounds on Tim, the glow of her vines flaring ]
You-
[ But she stops before she can finish whatever accusation she was about to yell at him, because the voice is right, but the cadence of it is all wrong, and as she gets a proper look at his face, she realizes it's all wrong too. ]
You're not Jack...who are you?
[ Though as she asks she realizes she likely has the answer already. Only one man other than her father himself would have an unblemished version of that face. ]
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You-
[ But she stops before she can finish whatever accusation she was about to yell at him, because the voice is right, but the cadence of it is all wrong, and as she gets a proper look at his face, she realizes it's all wrong too. ]
You're not Jack...who are you?
[ Though as she asks she realizes she likely has the answer already. Only one man other than her father himself would have an unblemished version of that face. ]