[Rean has little choice but to listen through all of that, and all the things that the copy has to say have his eyes widening and going a little pale himself.

...Is this really how she feels? He'd never known. She had been his entire world not too long ago, so how had this not even crossed his mind? What kind of big brother is he?

But there's no sense in dwelling on that.]

...Are you done?

[His voice is soft, there, but no less stern. His mouth is set into a thin line as he continues. That was a rhetorical question – he's not giving the copy a chance to keep going.]

There's not a chance of that at all. [For much Rean often lacks conviction, there's no hesitation in his voice now. If he's ever been certain of anything, it's this.] There's not a thing that either of you could say that would drive me to hate you. Either of you.

So. If you care like you say you do... then help us out. Help us find the rest of "you," and get you back together so we can talk.

Because it's really sounding like there's a lot that we need to say. ...Both of us.