Your soul being ripped in two. Not by choice. Not by anyone's will but the gods who look down and choose your fate for you.
The gods you never believed in forcing another soul to your midst like you're nothing but an empty vessel to be filled with a 'greater purpose'.
The line between who you and the second face are blurring into a sticky mess of complex thought that no one truly understands. Not knowing where the thoughts you think ends and the other's begin.
On one half, a man who cannot remember his own name, searching for his past and purpose in a void while losing his sense of morality. Filled with irrational rage he takes out in violence and punishment, secretly directing those feelings to himself.
And the other, a man who knew who he was with great confidence, slowly losing parts of himself as the second face living within his body's walls becomes the only thing people recognise or care about him for.
Pulling eachother down like strapping weights to the body in a vast, endless ocean.
Two cells to never become whole again, no matter who leaves first.