[ oh lord. look at those bandaids. okay. Andyr's carefully picking up the bandaid tray and setting it aside, pulling his own stool up instead, knees bumping Alvary's. Close enough he can reach out and stop him, if he has to. He's never really fought Alvary before, and he's not looking forward to trying to restrain him either.

Especially since the concept alone goes against everything Andyr believes in. But it'll be worse on Alva if he murders some random innocent in a rage. Much as the Steve guy freaks him out, he doesn't deserve to die. And sure as hell not in the way Alvary will kill him. ]

No. [ spoken calm and even, but frank. if nothing else, Andyr will be the utmost of honest with him. Alva's always done the same for him. ] I thought it was, at first, and I was ready to kill him and everyone else in the lab for it.

[ Because Alva did not want to be cloned, he shouldn't have been able to be cloned, it just shouldn't happen. If someone had somehow forced it, Andyr would've killed them just as fast as Alva. ]

He wasn't made, he was born. Somewhere else, and the Ingress pulled him in. He started out a lot smaller, too. [ Apparently. There's the whole spiel about 'serum', but he'll get there in a second. First, explaining that they didn't come from the same place, and it would've been impossible to get Alva's genetic material to him. ]

They have wars like the old ones, there. Not just resources and border expansion. He wanted to protect people.