[The scar on his face is very much visible the closer she gets to him and it's like a punch to her gut. She knows him, vaguely, but this isn't Lincoln. That girl, Jane, she had been looking for him.
This is not something Daisy thought she would ever have to deal with. Seeing someone who looks exactly like Lincoln, but isn't actually him. The guilt hits her like a brick all over again as all of those memories come flooding back. Lincoln is dead because of her.]
I thought you were someone else. Sorry.
[Except now she isn't sure what to do. It's hard to even look at a picture she had kept of Lincoln without crying, and then there's this guy here that looks almost exactly like him. If it weren't for the scar on his face, she would've thought it was him. This wasn't a dream and this wasn't Lincoln.
She actually didn't even know his name, because Jane didn't know his name. Daisy is making a really great first impression though, with the way she's just staring at him.]
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This is not something Daisy thought she would ever have to deal with. Seeing someone who looks exactly like Lincoln, but isn't actually him. The guilt hits her like a brick all over again as all of those memories come flooding back. Lincoln is dead because of her.]
I thought you were someone else. Sorry.
[Except now she isn't sure what to do. It's hard to even look at a picture she had kept of Lincoln without crying, and then there's this guy here that looks almost exactly like him. If it weren't for the scar on his face, she would've thought it was him. This wasn't a dream and this wasn't Lincoln.
She actually didn't even know his name, because Jane didn't know his name. Daisy is making a really great first impression though, with the way she's just staring at him.]