"So let me see if I understand."

"Yeah?"

"Every time I've had to heal up, the Power has been just... replacing bits of me wholesale?"

"Sure, yeah."

"And -" Magical Defender Brilliance Tim paused for a moment, thinking it over - "and because I've now been hit basically everywhere, I've just been... totally replaced by something else?"

"Except your appendix."

"And all that's been going to -"

"Me," the other Magical Defender Brilliance Tim (who, frankly, looked like a mess from all the scarring) confirmed. "Technically, I'm just supposed to be spare matter floating around the Source of Magic, but then -"

"- Cloneichus had to try and pull a whole 'fight your true selves' thing," they both said simulaneously, before looking at each other and laughing. Tim Alpha (the continuous one) laughed. "Man, I don't even know how he thought that would go."

"So true, dude. Guy just made twice as much trouble for himselves on that one assuming we'd be like... bitter or something. So, uh..."

"Uh... hm. Actually, I guess there's probably some philosophical interpretation we gotta do now, huh?"

"Mm? Yeah?" Tim Spare (the one formed from the old bits) kinda shrugged, bits of torn uniform (layered to hell with duplicates) finally shedding. "Like what?"

"I..." Tim Alpha scratched the back of his head with the Brilliance Rod. "uh... dunno. Like, if I've continued my stream of consciousness this whole time yet no longer contain any of the parts I once did, but you're completely constructed of it and yet are not continuous with me... which is the true Tim?"

"Hmm. Shoulda thought about that." Tim Spare did the same with his Brilliance Rod - or at least the snapped old instance he was armed with.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Tim Spare got a look in his eye as he smirked. "Wanna go find out?"

Tim Alpha smirked the exact same way in return. "I thought you'd never ask."