[Chilton stared at Starr, a quiver of horror evident on his lips. He knew who these were, how they were his people -- that imposter that so many had loved so dearly. It remained a sore spot for Chilton, who felt undermined by someone (something) wearing his face. His voice, his powers warped.
And now he stood before the remnants of it.]
You -- you've all been freed. Long ago. Months ago. You are all liberated.
[Chilton stepped towards Starr, leaning to hiss in his ear:] They aren't here for me. [His glare remained significant.]
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And now he stood before the remnants of it.]
You -- you've all been freed. Long ago. Months ago. You are all liberated.
[Chilton stepped towards Starr, leaning to hiss in his ear:] They aren't here for me. [His glare remained significant.]