[He still can’t help but wince a little at being described as a fraction (however large or small) of Peter - just because it’s true doesn’t mean you have to say it. Was he even a sixteenth? Who could even say. He felt like less. A mere shadow, lacking any substance of the original, unable to ever experience true wholeness.

One percent of Peter, maybe. If he was being generous.

Self deprecation aside, he frowns at this description of a “plan”. Granted, it was more than literally nothing, but not by much. The clone keeps his voice low, even incredulous as he is.]

‘Get them’? What, you mean— kill the Showmaster?