"It does," I agreed. I thought of myself and my resemblance of Irene. I thought of Paul, and Luke, and Jacob. They'd been so different, though, so uniquely themselves despite the uncanny nature of their likenesses, while Peter... Peter could have been Tommy when he was his age. At least until he opened his mouth and spoke with that accent. I shook my head again, like it might shake the memories out of my mind. Like it might free up space for rationality.

Of course it didn't. Darrow had a tendency to defy rationality, after all.

I wished it wasn't so hard to leave, but I figured the best I could do was take attention away from his resemblance to Tommy. I didn't want to unsettle him more than I already had. "You've met some of them, the lookalikes?"