[He's still staring even after she answers, spark breaking. Elita - his Elita - has been gone, MIA for so long... He'd grieved. Time had past. The war went on.

The differences were easy to see, even if the basic design was the same. Different alt, slightly varied helm...]

No, I...probably wouldn't, would I?

[Of course not. Never from the same universe.

...The voice was hers, though. The face.

It is so hard not to stare, but he finally manages to look away, optics on the ground.]

...Forgive me. You...resemble someone I knew.

[Obviously.]