[ The pause that follows is composed of a little discomfort, tiptoeing back and forth between telling the truth or a lie. He was taught to be careful, but only ever instructed to lie about what he was and what he could do. This Caleb is only half as powerful because he lacks the twin he grew up with and fed off of, their strengths bouncing off each other and amplifying like feedback. It's what's taken part of his confidence away, replaced with the guilt and longing for a brother he never got to meet. ]
I'm Caleb.
[ There it is, the confirmation anyone could ever need. Eventually, a new dog approaches in the shape of a white Samoyed, trotting lightly. ]
That's Dog. [ He gets a look from Not Dog. ] I mean - Dogd.
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I'm Caleb.
[ There it is, the confirmation anyone could ever need. Eventually, a new dog approaches in the shape of a white Samoyed, trotting lightly. ]
That's Dog. [ He gets a look from Not Dog. ] I mean - Dogd.
[ Which makes no sense to him... ]