"So when they take us," Steven says quietly, "they take a sliver of our soul and wrap some junk around it and make... copies of us. Fake versions. And they stick them into our lives and they live our lives for us." He doesn't say anything for a long moment. Then, "Mine really fucked up my life when I was away. That's why I couldn't just... tell the government it was me, I was captive, but I'm not anymore, so you can un-declare me dead. Because the fake with my name and face was there."