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Rex Racer was dead.
He died when he walked out the door of his childhood home. He died again when he faked his own death during Casa Cristo. He died once more when Racer X was born.
Rex Racer was dead, but the memory of him remained. It remained in his family, whose every step they’d take would honor him. It remained in the records that kept his legacy, and it remained in Racer X, who could never truly leave his old self behind.
“Rex Racer is dead.” Racer X muttered. This is the mantra that he plays in his head whenever he see’s the Racer family. Without a constant reminder, he might slip up. (But a part of him wouldn’t be too upset if that happened..)
The Racer family stood happily in victory lane, Speed’s victory lane, because by all means, that race was completely his. Racer X stood and watched the family celebrate, a large, proud smile crept on his face despite some of his thoughts.
Rex wished he could tell his brother how proud he was of him. Racer X waited until the crowds died down to leave the windowed room and congratulate him.