It wasn't Gohan. It couldn't be. Trunks kept repeating to himself as he and the illusionary saiyan traded blows. Between that and the staggering force of emotions beating down on them from the Entity, he didn't even realize there were tears in his eyes.

Tears of loss, tears of anger and rage; just like the night he'd discovered Gohan's corpse in the rain. Then it had fueled and been the trigger for his first transformation into a Super Saiyan. Now, it was still fuel for him to keep fighting.

"This isn't you, Gohan." Trunks snarled before managing to break apart for some space. "You'd be fighting this thing trying to control us--to put us under a different reign of struggle and terror--just as hard as I am."