Sweet Little Space Marine

[Doomguy]

I leaned forward, rest my head down into my fists as I learned the truth. I WAS a clone. I remembered saying that I wouldn't have considered it a big deal, but it hit me at the core. All that anger, the frustration, and the grit I had spent putting myself through getting there, now all felt hollow. Even if I did do it, I would have destroyed everything and abandoned everyone else to do it. I would never had been able to live with myself if I had gone through with it. I was worked up for nothing, and at the end I got told I needed to go back and be a little less of a dreamer. I sunk in that chair, it felt draining.

And yet, it was also a relief. That I, er, the real me was still out there kicking ass and taking names.

"I guess there is better thing to do back there" I thumbed over my shoulder. Then a bit of shock went down my spine "Damn, I abandoned a lot of people on that island. I feel like I'm going to need to ask you for a few solids."

Then a thought crossed my mind. It was a silly idea, I didn't know if it would work, but I was in front of an omnipotent being.

"So if the old me is still around out there, can I... get an update? Everything that's happened to him, I want to know. I'm sure this sounds stupid, and I'm asking you something unorthodox after I just shot at you, but if I, er, Omniverse me, can't leave to see home again, I can still think that I did right?"