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“Dude, I am you,” Stiles pointed out in the same tone he’d used with Scott whenever he just wasn’t getting the big picture. “Well, yeah, I mean, technically I’m you from a different universe—or you’re me from a different universe, still not quite sure which is more accurate at this point since I can’t figure out if we’re in my universe or yours or a completely different one, which, by the way, is totally not my fault because, really, how was I supposed to know that the spell would take the both of us when it was only supposed to affect my universe. But all the same! I’m pretty sure I know you well enough to know I didn’t get anything wrong.”