"And you aren’t the light half of mine, although you do look like him" he muttered, wincing as another wave of headache came over him.
"But yet here we are"
"I can’t be the light half of someone else’s soul when I’m already the whole," he replied, smoothly. He paid no mind to the other as he winced. It wasn’t a concern of his.
"I’m just wondering if you know as little as you claim."
"Unfortunately, I do" he sighed. "As much as I dislike it that way"












