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Tomoro found himself, period.
Even if he had the words to describe his feelings, he couldn't put it in a way that doesn't just sound like he's self-deprecating himself.
But he found this doppelganger of his within a Mirror World without Gekkomon in sight.
(Good god, where the hell is that lizard now?)
Soft, dainty, and meek. A string of descriptions that doesn't match him at all.
At this point he's not even sure if this IS him, not with the way the other him is acting.
He expected this to be another Fangmon, one that decided to mock him by flipping everything he is on its head.
But the second he attempted to confront his doppelganger about it, he cowered at the mere mention of the red, edgy ass wolf.
If things like Digimon and the Mirror World existed, it's not too out there for alternative universes to be a thing too, right?
God, now that he's thought of it, this makes him feel like some anime protagonist.
Regardless, he feels like an asshole for bringing it up at all.
But it's hard for him to empathize with his other self when he's so...
Pathetically grating...
Every few minutes, his clone would whimper about where Raito or Gekkomon were.
Gekkomon, he gets. But Raito? What does he have to do with anything?
He hasn't even heard anything about him since the last time they saw each other, neither did Hotaruko nor Granit.
Ugh, he just hopes to find Gekkomon and a way out.
If he has to tolerate his doppelganger for much longer, he's going to die.