"Hey, you," he said finally.
"Me?"
"There's no one else here."
"What do you want?"
"Let's say, hypothetically of course, that you're the copy and I'm the real Channing."
"Hypothetically," said the copy. "Hypothetically, he says."
"Let's say Qui Dor gets here and wills you out of existence. Then Sarchix has me killed and a new Channing is made. What happens to you?"
"Nothing, thanks to you. I just don't exist any longer."
"What happens to me?"
"At least you get what's coming to you. You're killed."