As Lex sat in the veranda of a wooden cabin halfway up Mount Midnight, sipping hot chocolate made from some magical cocoa tree that the turtle had somehow mutated, he could not help but reflect on life.
Once, just living two separate lives simultaneously had been an achievement for him. Now, he was living a dozen lives simultaneously, and chilling at the same time. Lex suddenly felt like he should create a service where the guest has a clone chilling all the time while they themselves work. It was oddly enjoyable.
Of course, this was the kind of thing he could only do inside the Inn. Lex still hadn't found a cloning technique that perfectly satisfied him, and all his clones were either really weak or had to stay within a certain distance of his main body. What happened with Jack was an accident he couldn't really replicate even if he wanted to.
