Maker, there you are.

( since when has anders ever sounded relieved to hear him? since diving past ten sheets to the wind, apparently. )

Look. C'mon. I need you to... Listen. All right? I know.

I knooooow.

I know I'm not you. Shouldn't have— Shouldn't've called myself that. It was a mistake. I could never be you. I could never... what he sees in you... I— what it is, it isn't in me.

So when he said your name, it was all wrong. I knew it the moment I heard it. I—

( and then he's crying out in agony, like he's been shot with a crossbow, or worse. )