[Smoke accepted the matches with a nod and went about inhaling, then exhaling, exactly as when he was an adult. Somehow the body didn't seem to protest at all. Then he replaced the cig again.]

Nope.

[He sighed, more breath than smoke that time, as he let the dead match fall to the ground.] Buddy of mine and I faced our twins together. It's hard to explain, but breaking this object it actually killed his twin. Made it pretty easy to promise that I'd never let that happen to the real him, but that still left mine. And also hard to explain - not that I won't, it's just complicated - but he couldn't kill my twin.

[He shoved his hands in his pockets with the pack there too. Then he turned his head to face Cloud directly, eyes serious.] So I did.