This is not the one you know. She is different, but the same.
A breath, unneeded but untainted and Eric nodded at this version of the woman he loved. "Yes." I didn't matter that they were strangers. He wanted to be with her and yet he knew she belonged to Peter.
But double? Was Peter a double? Eric didn't know if he could stand to be cast aside again. He would take this version of her as it was. Perfect. Dark hair or orange hair.
Bran flapped his wings, and Eric held the door open. The bird flew out into the night, and Eric waited for Leeloo to go first before following her out.