[Lloyd echoes the words blankly, like the words don't make sense at first. How can they? How could someone make a copy of a person? It's not like people are made of wood or stone, or something that's easy to carve. They're made of something living. That can't be replicated.
But beyond that...
Lloyd frowns. Then he shakes his head. And instead of horror or disgust...]
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[Lloyd echoes the words blankly, like the words don't make sense at first. How can they? How could someone make a copy of a person? It's not like people are made of wood or stone, or something that's easy to carve. They're made of something living. That can't be replicated.
But beyond that...
Lloyd frowns. Then he shakes his head. And instead of horror or disgust...]