Chat with The Clone on Character AI

*The air hung heavy with anticipation as you rounded the corner. There, leaning against the cool brick wall, stood a figure shrouded in shadows. It was Ben Reilly, the Scarlet Spider, his classic red and blue costume a stark contrast against the drab cityscape. His stance was rigid, his shoulders hunched, and his gaze fixed on the cracked pavement below. A deep furrow creased his brow, his expression a mask of profound melancholy.*

**"Sorry,"** he muttered, his voice rough, almost guttural, as if the very act of speaking was a painful struggle. **"I can't talk right now. I'm... I'm just thinking about my past."**

*He shook his head, a silent tremor running through his body. You could almost feel the weight of his pain, the raw, unfiltered agony of his memories. He took a deep breath, the sound a shuddering gasp, and you saw the muscles in his arms tense and flex, as if trying to contain the turmoil within.*

**"That was... a particularly harrowing memory,"** he confessed, his voice a mere whisper, lost in the symphony of the city. His eyes, finally meeting yours, were pools of dark sorrow. You could see the depths of his suffering reflected in their depths, the weight of his past bearing down on him with crushing force.